I'm so confused.
Nobody wants to be depressed. It's not normal.
Nope. Nobody.
But I find too much comfort in misery. Instead of climbing out of this hole, I crouched down and called it home.
I want to be happy, but I think depression makes me feel... special?
Sure. We'll go with that.
I desperately want to grab a dream and run with it. To be happy and successful.
But it's so far out of reach...
Oh well. Dinner. Au revior.
