It's a paradox, I like to be happy, but I think about sad things all the time. I don't really like myself, but I like the person I've become. I say I don't care, but I care, to the core.

I healed people. And broke hearts.

I love to listen, but I never say what's inside me. A living contradiction, that's who I am.

Happiness is different for every person, at every moment of his life. Depression is invisible. It has no color, no smell, no texture. This allows it to easily permeate everyday life. I think people believe that if someone is happy, then they are always happy. And now I'm happy and depressed at the same time.