Its horrible when good things come to an end.
Its just a bad feeling.
When you're depressed that good day can feel like nothing. Just a memory in the back of your head. Half the time the memory feels to good to be true.
It hurts a bit, knowing yourself that you were happy 5 hours ago, with not a care in the world and now you fight the erges of ripping your own skin open.
You know in your heart you were happy and were okay. What changed.
