It's just another day, like any other day. I woke up, got ready, went to work, came home, had dinner. Now, I'm sitting on the couch, watching telly and having some time for myself after a long and exhausting day.

Exhausting for more than one reasons.

I think I'm okay. I don't know. Every time I think it's okay and that things are going to sort themselves out, a wave of sadness, loss and mourning hits me and I'm thrown back into the abyss of my thoughts.

I want to be okay. I want this indescribable feeling in me that's making me feel so, so tired to leave. I don't want to live like this.

I say that as if I know what it's like to live with depression, and I really don't.

I'm just so broken. And I don't think there's any better word to describe.

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A/N: Hey guys! Yes, I'm back with the updating, though I'm not sure if it's going to be that regular for now. I know this is not my best but please bear with me for a while. I'm trying to get back into the flow of writing this and, if I'm being honest, I'm losing the passion for this story. I want to write ahead a bit and see if it comes back. I'm hoping it will. I'd love for you to see Terri's side of the story and also what happens.

Nevertheless, I do hope you enjoyed it. Don't forget to tell me what you think about it in the comments and to vote! Have a great day everyone.