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I glance outside my window, and the fog looms over everything. The icy air is a reminder of the cold, winter months. I have a feeling I would still be this way even if the suns rays lightened the earth. Last night I looked emotionless, and perhaps I was. I have a feeling that my soul is dying, since sorrow always lingers in my doorway. I've gotten so used to it that I can't even cry anymore.

What is trust? Now that I think about it, is it even tangible? I can't help but think it's only an ideal.

Why is it that people don't have confidence? With it, life would always be better for everyone. When did doubts ever come to our mind, and why?

I'm not boring, I promise you. I'm just overwhelmed.

I prefer rain over fog. Both literally and figuratively.