But the next day, and the next, and the next, were worse.So much more worse.

And here we are today.My official two week birthday...Ugh.

Anyways, I can't move at all.I'm afraid that if I move, even a inch, I'll shatter.Into two pieces, then ten pieces, then one hundred pieces.And so on.

The food freezes as soon as it comes into the room, and I'm nothing.The cold sweeps through me as every cell in my body as frozen and become nothing.I can't breathe anymore because one breathe will break me.And then I really will be completely nothing.

This life...Is it worth it?

...

Oh.I see how I went insane before.

But the thought that I could follow in my own footsteps, terrifies me.It's one of the few things that I'm not angry at.Because this thought is something I can't blame.

Then something that is colder than the air around me appears.The thought that this is all in my head.And maybe...Maybe I'm already crazy and insane.The thought swims through every fiber of by being.This terrifies me more than I will ever admit.But I release the thought along with the breath that I'd been holding.A simple breath.

And then I shatter.