Broken.
Fragile.
Crushed.
Weak.
Tired.
All of those words could describe me.
I'm Taylor.
18 years old.
I am sad. Very sad. It's not the kind of sad where you fall down and cry as a toddler. It's not the kind of sad where you're fine the next day. This sadness lasts forever, it seems, and I'm trying to run away from it but I just can't get away.
This sadness is called depression.
And depression is hell.
And when I met him, hell turned into heaven.
