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I could barely remember the time that the world didn't look dull to me.
there was a time where I used to play in my mothers backyard, Lifting up rocks with dirty handa trying to find centipedes and beetles.
there was a time where the grass still looked green to me. not this muted, dull color.
But now, years later, I feel like color has left the world.
Maybe its just my so called "CliNiCaL DePrEsSiOn"...
I wish I just stayed in bed. At least the ceiling doesn't expect much from me.
But of course I have dinner plans. the only thing that makes it more bearable is that I'm eating out with Lisa.
She sounded so excited over the phone, I tried my best to match her excitement. But I don't think she belived I was being genuine.
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I shove my hands further into my pockets, while walking through the park. I tried not to look at the passed out man on the park bench, But his smell hit me before I was even near him. the strong scent of booze. Jeez man, It isn't even that late yet.