I feel I am more frequently depressed than most people. Perhaps the intensity of the feeling is not as bad as others but it comes so often. Sometimes I feel like I'm just waiting for the next wave.
I can live so happily for several days and then feel like all good things that have happened to me have no meaning. Everything becomes dull and lonely.
I think it's just part of my chemistry or construction or something. Some are more doomed than others. I envy people who are perpetually happy but, then again, it's likely they're not as happy as they seem.
J
About Me
- Junaberry
- I'm a student from Australia who used to have a lot of time on her hands but doesn't have that much anymore. Now she has other stuff on her hands.
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