Life is going back to hell.  It's goddam hard, if you know what I mean.  It's hard to live when you can't expect life to be better one day.  Right now, I'm dead, so dead I can't hear any sound, nor see any color.  Colors are black, sounds are muted, and this sadness kills me.  
Love stories are so unrealistic, happy endings are not true, at the end of the day you'd be left woendering what the hell's wrong with our lives.  I hate to accept the fact that I'm being left alone now.