Why can't I be normal? Why do I have to be so depressed all the time, why can't I enjoy things?
I used to think like this until i began to see happiness in everything. The blue colour ink makes me happy. Bright summer colours do. The sun does. Someones laughter does.
Learn to see the smallesr happiness
You can be. Start small.
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