I don't know how to cure this. I want to be happy. I want to write poetries again I want to paint dance sing. I can't even smile. Just keep on crying. I hate every inch of me but I don't want to. I want to get out of this dark damn hole now. I am tired tired of living tired of being this person. I feel alone. No one's there who listens to me. Is this it? Is this the end. I am not even courageous enough to die. I am not courageous enough to live. This is getting difficult. My mind gets blocked I can't work I get scolded at my work for not being efficient. I am trying my 100% but I'm done now. Fed up.