wattpad used to be my happy place, my safe haven.
and then it wasn't.
so like any other smart fellow, I found somewhere new that I could rest easy: the stage. the harsh lights, and booming amps, and the way it echoed as you strode over the plane of the stage was so comforting.
then sad and depressive feelings started building up in the theatre. I shed tears over my lost brother on the steps of the stage. so then I had negative connotations with it.
I had to find a new safe place. I still can't find it. I feel like I'm searching for somewhere that doesn't belong.
I just can't find any motivation in anything. Sure, I smile. Sure, there's times when I laugh. There's times where I'm content.
But am I happy?
oof. isn't clinical depression radical?