I was walking throug the forest. It was late at night. I'm pretty sure it was around...2PM. I wasn't scared, everything around me was calm, I was taking deep breaths, watching air from my mouth turn into white smoke, my mind was quiet and everything was falling into place.
I had no intentions of going back soon. Eventually, when I'll have to go back, I will be pretending again. And I'm sick of pretending to be happy. In reality I was in a dark place, a very very dark place. Some people would call it depression. But not me.
