Depression feels like there’s a rain-cloud hovering above you, and yet it’s sunny everywhere else. It’s feeling alone and isolated in a crowded room. It’s looking for something to take away the daily numbness. It’s pretending to be happy so that nobody asks questions. Depression is slowly falling in love with death. it’s swallowing pills, snipping your vein, or putting a bullet in your head to end the sadness. It’s being rude and mean to people you have nothing against because they might become too close to you and get caught in the aftermath of your destruction. It’s spending more and more time by yourself because you think nobody would understand. Depression is the worst thing imaginable.