I seriously hate seeing people I care about a lot go through depression. Especially the ones who are always happy all the time.
It breaks my heart to see the happiest person I know turn into some sort of depressed loner. I just hate it.
I try to help them be happy again. Sometimes it works but most of thr time I fail. But I'm surprised and the fact that I don't ever give up on making them happy.
Maybe seeing them happy makes me happy as well.
But there's always a twist to stories like this.
Whenever I'm depressed and lonely,
Is there anyone there for me?
Is there anyone trying to cheer me up?
Is there anyone trying to make me laugh?
You got that right. Its a no.
Maybe I'm trying to save everyone else when the actual fact is that I'm the one who needs to be saved.
YOU ARE READING
secrets.
Short Storywe all have secrets, now don't we? obviously we all do. probably these might relate to you as well. [DISCLAIMER: these are all purely fiction. not all of them relates to me in any way.] enjoy! -c
