angst : for toya, everything felt numb. all day, every day, he lays in his bed, stares at his wall, and thinks about his hopeless life. he feels just as hopeless, like the spark is gone and he might as well just let himself die out completely. how can you start a fire if you can't nurture a spark? he doesn't eat, doesn't drink, doesn't sleep. hell, if he didn't have some kind of remaining pride he'd probably neglect going to the bathroom. he never quit going to school, never showers, never brushes his teeth. it’s cold. It's hell. struggles to express himself and cannot communicate clearly. proceed with caution.