An excerpt to a story

I began slipping into this dark purple haze. It was eating my mind dry. I soon realized I was alone. No one knows how much I sting, or how glum I feel. It's like every little thing I do is so screwed up. It's like I shouldn't be in existents. It sucks when you're standing alone, and you see the whole world around you in the light. Everyone laughing, smiling, talking, and just having a good ole time. Then you're standing there with this voice in your head screaming and crying. You feel like you're about to crumble, yet you stay strong telling yourself I'm happy I'll make it