Seasonal Depression

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧,
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞,
𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐈 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐮𝐭,
𝐈 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩.

~TabloxLeeSora

This story is about those a lonely people who struggles throughout the days without support as no one can understand how they feel because they don't realise the tiny things which hurt them.

Just because we act happy and joyful all the time, it doesn't mean we are lucky and happy, it means that we are more likely hurt and we just want someone to notice us and guide us to the light so that we can survive.