I think I've always been a sad person by default.
Rather than being depressed because something bad happened,
something good has to happen to make me NOT feel depressed.
Thought growing up would change things, thought growing up would make me happy.
But sometimes I just feel as if nothing's going to change no matter how hard I try.
If this is really who I am, why am I trying so fucking hard to fight it?
Because I want to be happy, that's why.
But I'm not.
I hate Decembers.