I’m seriously fed up.. can’t take it anymore and I can’t fix myself everytime they try to break me.. got little energy left and no people to cheer for me as I run. Horraaaaaaaayyyy blah… when will this struggle ever end? or actually the question should be, will it ever end? Dracula is still alive and sucking away all the vital signs that I radiate and I’m fighting and fighting and regenerating myself each time I lose a limb and my head is spinning and my tears are rolling down my cheeks only to find out they were not salty liquid-like but rather crystal-like stones that have sharp edges..and they cut through my face and my blood drools and my mouth licks it away and I pretend nothing happened.. and I forget things coz maybe then they’d go away and I’d convince myself that they never happened for real.. then one day I realise in the darkness of my eyelids that they did happen and that I lost a big round chunck of my memory for the sake of …sanity