They all said it would get better.
They always say it will get better, eventually.
How long is "eventually"?
What are the magic words that need to be said for "eventually" to be "now"?
I start asking myself when this had begun to affect my life. What was the turning point that made me, the person who smiled and laughed until I was red in the face, become the person who still does that but does not feel the beauty of those things on the inside? I also wonder if any of my thoughts actually make sense. Am I just depressed or am I clinically insane too?
Life seems to be one very, very, long work week; a work week where each day needs a co