Notes

Depression is a shit behind us that it feels like swallowing you. It makes a connection with you, you don't want to connect with them. It may be sullen, sabulous crossing under more swollen seas but the depression will still swallow you underneath. If this is a personification, depression is an alter ego companion. We're here before. Cage above and can't leave. Where's the bucket? Oh yeah, it's already full, which makes the ocean deep.
We got swallowed like a black hole, but it's still a mystery or no information what life is inside of it. The tremendous amount of matter that the people drought out shit on their mouth throwing their little fantasy to this treacherous hell reality HAHA.
No information about who we are in the future. No information on what will happen next. No information on who will fight next. No information for how long we will get drowned. Tons of information on what is inside of depression and no information on what is on the other side of the sullen ocean.
Depression is a fucking hell behind us that could swallow you. Who could know, we die along the way-- and another will be reborn as a new better version. Who could know the other side of the sullen ocean is a messy contentment paradise. Intense excitement and happiness, with a mix of vicious and violent.
Depression is a shit behind us that it feels like swallowing you. It can maybe your companion or your enemy for your hellish shadow after you; We ached, we cry, we are terrified, and most importantly don't know what to do in the future life. Distract, pressured, devils, and dark. They are the same right?