David sat on his bed, he had to get up this morning to go do things, but he didn't exactly feel like it, his wife hated him and blamed him for their 8 year old daughters drowning, and his child was dead, he felt depressed, he had tried going to Maja his wife and apologizing so many times and his friend Max would always shove him out, and she would yell at him, it wasn't his fault, or was it? after all he had went and had an affair and slept with some woman 5 minutes before his daughter drowned.

"Ich habe keine Lust, irgendetwas zu tun..." he sighed deeply, then decided to lay back down and try to go to sleep for another hour, he hated his current life at the moment, everything seemed like it was in black and white, grey dull shades, he had stopped painting and no longer made a living off of that.