I’m not exactly depressed.

Some people would argue, but I don't like how official the term makes everything. It's not like my smile is always fake, or i need to force myself to laugh.

I still go hyper when I'm around my friends.

I still find happiness in the most random things, like that day when I couldn’t stop smiling just because I'd saved an ant from drowning.

But, there are times when I just feel lost.

It's a strange feeling, like I'm not in control of myself anymore. I used to be scared when it happened, but I'm used to it now.

It happens anytime, anywhere, like in the middle of a crowded conver