I’m not sure why the second floor should have all been so bleak, sad, miserable, and full of despair.
The text in red says “I watched my father beat my mother for no reason, punching her face and pulling her hair in a fury of blood/tears.”
The text in blue says “I have nothing to say on these matters – existence confuses me – I want to lose myself in poetry – the massive cloud of doubt and regret snagged on the gnarled branches of thought.”
The whole picture contains a number of these conversations with a similarly mournful appearance.