Misery: a state of great unhappiness and emotional distress.

That is all I seem to feel. Guilt seeps through my skin and saturates my blood. Who am I? Where am I going? I swim in a stagant sea of remorseful reminiscence. My body moves but my soul stands still. I'm constantly filled with a repition of familar doubts and mantras of self loathing. I claw at my arms, skin under my fingernails, as I cry what little tears I have left to produce. The sky is just a dark mass the provides a backdrop of abysmal grey to my depressing day/life. Goodnight world. Goodnight.