23/09/19: It's cold.
It's 4 AM. The rain's still pouring, albeit very lightly. I did went for a walk anyway when I really shouldn't. The greyscale filter is back. I didn't ask for it, but that's just how it has always been. I thought I got used to it, but maybe my mental health was too good lately.

The weather looks calm and lovely. At least it should. But it's cold. And I can't feel colors.

I decided to spike up my blood caffeine level with a can of diet Coke. At this rate, I'm not going to sleep anyway.

I tapped lightly twice on the can to prevent it from bubbling. The sound of a tin can cracking open echoed through the rain and among the toads. Sounds peaceful enough for me.

I took a sip.

It's cold. Too cold for this weather.
I drink it anyway.

Drink it all away.
Maybe a boost of dopamine will help.

It's cold. That's not a bad thing, is it?

But it's cold.

It's cold.
Written in this book
Mr.Downer's Diary
Distorted, monochrome world before my eyes.
Pretty dead. Pretty alive.