I've actually already written the third one but I wrote this one a couple weeks ago and I'm only posting it now because I never got around to it. Numnber three is actually a cool ending to the trilogy, and all of these are true (but the first one is a bit stretched)
Once again consumed in black, alone. My mind wanders, running through where I need to be, and when. My brain struggles with the eternal calendar, week after week, never ending. The constant thought strains my mind. Days repeat themselves, similar enough to be monotonous, different enough to mess with my thoughts. The schedule clashes. Which is more important? I struggle with priorities. Confused, alone, in pain, and blinded.