Even at those, ”fine”, nonsense years of, partying and doing whatever the craziness that was drilled in your brain to belive you should do, I never even once, remember saying; ”I am perfectly, fully, satisfied with my life at this moment.” Okay, well, who would, but, not even a; ”I LOVE MY LIFE.”
I just laugh and I smile, when someone said it, never bringing my head to even lie by spilling the same, once, it’s the one thing, I couldn’t lie about.
Was I always depressed? Because nothing seemed to change.