The worst thing about depression is that you can genuinely be happy.
Laughter will clear your soul. Smiles will dry your tears. Happy chatter will distract you from inner thoughts.
But once you enter that same dark room of nothingness; those familiar four walls, all joy dissipates.
Call me selfish.
Sometimes I wish I’d be in eternal sadness.
Rather than the exhausting merry-go-round of happiness one moment, emptiness the next.