Sometimes I can smile all day. Sometimes I think that there are no limits in front of me and that everything is possible. Those are better days. And then, some other times I feel the burden of everything I had been through on my shoulders. It presses me and I cannot breathe under its weight, I struggle but there is no escape. For every happy moment, two sad ones arise. All of my sentiments flow into despair. Nothing helps. Whatever happens does not resonate, and does not matter. It is the vicious cycle of sorrow and the exhaustion of my mind. Rainy days of my thoughts do not last long, though. They are replaced with the sunny ones quickly. Still, the anxiety remains, as there is no way to tell when the storms of lifelessness might hit again.