Even on the sunniest days, everything was shrouded in a kind of darkness. I couldn’t laugh anymore, couldn’t even bring myself to participate in conversations with friends.
When we went to chill, 9 times out of 10 I was freaking out. They thought it was funny. And teased me about it. I thought it was especially bad because it really didn’t work anymore.
There were times when I thought, it’s okay if I don’t wake up tomorrow.