Is this really it?

It's just a struggle to survive day in day out without a severe breakdown. Countless of sleepless nights. Some with sore swollen eyes, some others with heart too numb, only mind too hazy. I dont know what has become of me. I've lost interest in so many things in life. Losing interest in living in general. Going away to places apparently couldn't get me away from feeling shit.. Too preoccupied with worldly matters. Unresolved, haywire. I could've have sworn this feels like depression. I am seriously considering getting a shrink. Or well, just maybe a husband. Except the latter seemed to be highly a more unlikely happenstance.


Umrah checked. Spain checked. Wedding checked. Summer time's over. Then here comes reality..