Another day coming, but what's there to hope for?

I've stayed in bed all day. I have tried finding something to hope for and to hold on to. My dreams are crushed, I'm incomplete and broken and there's nothing to live for at all. My knitting is starting to become big. I'm actually quite relaxed right now, wich makes me feel comfortable inside myself. I often feel that I am to big for my skin, but now I actually fit and gain extra space. It may sound a bit sick but anyway. I'm happy now, things now go in less gray shades. It's more summer green now. I feel like I'm out in the sun and lying in the grass. I can feel the colour returning in my face, though I'm still pale. I can once again feel that there may be some point and meaning in my life. I'll go to bed now, it's a perfect night for dreaming.