There are a lot of plans in my room.

It used to be over 30.

I noticed it was getting bad again when their leaves turned brown and dry and started falling off.

I knew it was getting bad again when the first plants started to die because i couldn't remember the last time i drank water and not only my body was missing the liquid.

I was sure i had to do something when even my cactus died, maybe because Park - that was his name because everyone got one - was lacking in sunlight the same way my skin had been for the last weeks.
The shades always down, keeping every ray of sunshine hidden from me.

When half of them where gone i realized not only my lungs where begging for fresh air and that i had to get myself back together again.

Myself and my plants.