So many colors, like the colors inside my head. Red and black and sometimes green.

I wish they were purple. Purple is so happy. Or pink. Pink is good. It reminds me of Cotton Candy and good times before the black crept in.

I don't know when the black crept in. It was just there one day and I couldn't make it go away.

I wish it would. It makes me mad! It makes me very sad... I want my life back before all the black gunky stuff crept in and took over.

Not all days are bad. But most are not good. I have forgotten what a good day feels like.

My brain is jumbled. That's why I compare it to colors. Everything is in bits and pieces.

I start things but I never seem to finish them. Even writing takes energy. Energy I don't have.

What is the point? Why start if you know you're not going to finish?

So many colors inside my head......