People wonder what goes on in my life.

I wonder the same.

For years I have suffered with depression.

But recently, I grew apart from it.

I'm happy.

But now I'm left with a lot of time on my mind.

I hate it.

I miss my depression.

I need my depression.

Because it gives me a distraction.

I don't feel anything with it.

I'm emotionless.

That's why I need it.

It keeps everything else off my mind.