[ OT ] Sunday Free Write : Leave A Story , Leave A Comment - End of Camelot Edition

I do n't know if I should call it darkness, but that's what it feels like. It's like an evil force inside of me, telling me to succumb to the darkness and let it take over. I do n't understand it, and I do n't plan on it. I do n't know why I feel it, and I do n't believe I ever will. It must me bad, it ca n't be good. If it was a good feeling, it would make me feel warm and bright. This feeling is more like a dark, cold place. There is a darkness inside all of us, and it's not pretty. The darkness that I am experiencing has a name, and its name is Depression. In the truest definition of the word, I am depressed. My eyes sing of a story of heartbreak, fear, and loneliness just begging to be told.
