…when I completely loathe my existance. And no I’m not being sarcastic. Being depressed and shit is bad yes, but it’s that feeling after; that feeling of just being so happy and realizing that everything could be a whole lot worse and just laughing because you know you probably overreacted. It’s that feeling that I love. And even though I’m caught up in the moment crying my eyes out or whatever, when I hate myself, I know I’ll be infatuated with life again soon after.