Dear my little book of "feelings",
I have such funny story to tell you diary. Today at the therapist, she asked me the most hilarious question ever.
Why are you sad?
At that moment I bursted out laughing. I literally couldn't stop, my sides started to ache. During the whole time she looked at me like I was lunatic. Maybe I was. I asked if she was being serious. She nodded slowly as if scared I might start laughing again. Then I answered her.
My demons.
She looked confused and asked what do they look like as if they were some hideous creatures, which they were.
I told her they look like her. "Me?" she asked, pointing to herself.
I answered her yes, because my demons are humans. Humans destroyed me. People which society accepted because they're normal, unlike me apparently. I left after this.
~Evelyn~
YOU ARE READING
Diary of the Depressed
ContoThere are two types of depressed people in this world. The ones who are among the normal people and try so hard to blend in with everyone else. And the ones who get caught. ~Evelyn~
