I'm paradoxical. I like to be happy, but I think about sad things all the time. I don't really like myself, but I love the person I've become. I say I don't care, but I just care too much. Deep into my bones, I crave attention, yet I reject everything that comes my way. I healed people, but I broke my own heart trying to fix them. I love to listen, but I never tell them what's inside me. A living contradiction. That's what I am. Happiness is different for each human in each moment of their lives. Depression is invisible. It has no color, no smell, no texture. This allows it to seep into the day to day easily. I think people believe that once someone is happy, they stay happy. And right now, I'm both happy and depressed. In recent weeks, I almost couldn't tell that the world was burning
ENذكرشابمتوسطوسائل التواصل الاجتماعيالتعليق الصوتيهادئمقاسلطيفحميمInspirational
