Before when things were a lot easier to handle, I never understand what depression was all about. I guess you will never understand until it happens to you.
Unlike then, when somehow there was something that could compensate my sadness, I know I would be okay eventually.
But not now when troubles are ten times complicated than before. When even grand comfort could not budge a bit of my misery.
As I have told earlier, I never understand depression. But there really came a time when I felt it in me and I swear I’ve never been lonely in my life. I remember the first time depression took over me. It was that super random moment wherein I felt that overwhelming sense of sadness.
What I did then, was that I didn’t go straight home but instead I went to this milk tea place(luckily there was no one else) and spent the rest of my allowable time before curfew thinking about things. I went home after that feeling not even the slightest okay.
I think I’m having one of these moments again. My hands are trembling as I type for no reason. My heart is pounding I think I might be actually hearing it now. I HAD to leave the house and go somewhere else. So now I’m at SM and I’m keeping myself busy as much as possible.
I haven’t discussed this matter to my mom and I don’t think I need to and I’m hoping she wouldn’t know.
It’s late now. I think I have to go back and act that everything’s alright.
Wait I’m hungry. To eat or not to eat? Damn this.