So how my brain works. You read an enjoyable story that is amazing in enough ways to want to live there. Realize you can't live there. Try to recreate the world in your mind with you in it. Fails and fails, again and again. No matter where I am, or what I know, I feel I can still go there.
A friend of mine says depression is the physical incapability to feel happy. Well, I can't feel any form of happiness even if I'm with friends, doing the things I love, and a number of other little things that usually cause something like happiness. I feel like I'm sinking into a deep pit with no bottom, and the top gets farther away with every passing sec