More and more things keep telling me that depression, or at least sadness isn’t bad at all. It all started not a week ago, when I experienced a small, but still, a heartbreak, it doesn’t seem bad at all by now, but It, somehow, made me want to write back then, I just took my sketchpad and instead of drawing, I finally started to write and I felt so free, time just kept passing by, it sure made me feel better, but the better I felt, the less things I could think of to write about. Now tumblr tells me depressed people dreams 3 times more than non-depressed people, well that makes fucking sense.
I ain’t telling here that I’ll be depressed all the time from now on, I’m just thinking that, I should care a little bit less and make life give me just exactly what I need, and if it’s sadness, I should greet it as a friend.