"You can't be depressed, you look happy!"
Sometimes it's good.
Sometimes you get to forget things for a whole day. You relax, you lose yourself in a book, or a blog, or a bubblebath. You're happy; nothing is wrong, this will all work out, no need to worry about it. Your problems don't exactly melt away, but they retreat. Waiting.
You smile, and brush it off, and the sun shines a little bit brighter on those days.
You smile, and brush it off, and the sun shines a little bit brighter on those days.
Sometimes it's bad.
Sometimes everything comes rushing back all at once. A picture, a song, an idea, and suddenly everything wrong is bombarding your mind; demanding you come up with an impossible solution immediately. Time is slipping away. You're wasting your talent, your life, yourself. You agonise over tiny things. "If I had tried a little harder, I could have..." "If I had thought a little more before making that decision, then maybe it would have..."
Maybe the sun still shines as bright on those days, but you frown, and brush it off.
Sometimes it's nothing.
Sometimes you do nothing. You sit. You look. You breathe. What's the point? Nothing will ever be done about it. Nobody will listen. Nobody cares.
You close the curtains to block out the sunlight. You do nothing.
Hi there, to anyone who might be reading this. This is just something that's been worming around in the back of my head for a while. I feel like I should try and do something more with this, but I'm not sure. I have written anything in forever, I just felt like I wanted to get this out.
Hi there, to anyone who might be reading this. This is just something that's been worming around in the back of my head for a while. I feel like I should try and do something more with this, but I'm not sure. I have written anything in forever, I just felt like I wanted to get this out.
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