I'm there again, in this endless, dark abyss that rests hidden within one's chest. I'm struggling to stay above surface, struggling to catch breath. This time, though, I am fully aware. I am concious. I know. And so I try my hardest to fight the good fight alone. It is hard and rough and ever so miserable. But this shall, as any other moment, pass, and I will grow. I only need to endure and wait for morning to come.