To be found here are strings of words spun in time with the romantic ideal of stiching back together the relationships torn in time, only to get tangled in a mess of memories, preventing any attempt to resecure any connection in the past.
I'm sorry if this story is bothering you. But if it is, it's clearly not meant for you. "What's depression like?" A friend once asked. I didn't know what to say. Because when people ask you things like "What's wrong" and "How are you?" and "Can I help you?" I never know what to say. I end up lying. I end up answering...
