The Dark 1

Everyday is typically the same. Nothing seems special, though it was somebody's birthday or new year or whatever. Nothing is exciting, nothing is hopeful, nothing is worth to wait.

Maybe I was the only one who felt depressed, frustrated as the time ticking its first second to the new year 2017. The boredom of life invades me, ruins the sparks of joy. Wait, did I even feel the joy as well?

I feel so empty inside. I have no hope, yet I'm getting very afraid of my future. Will it shine like what I was dreaming of from these past years? I doubt that.

And the frightening thing that popped up suddenly in my head was my numerology of this year: 1. New beginning.

At first I thought I would have some new business. But up until now I don't have any money or idea or clue at all. The worst thought came to my mind while I'm consumed by this freaking emptiness: an alternative beginning; new life in another dimension of world; die.

Will I die this year?