Guess what, I'm depressed.
Don't let confusion creep into your mind, I'm not telling that I'm depressed NOW ... it's more like saying that I'm Bangali, I'm Straight, I am Sam ... I have been being depressed ever since, well, ever since that incident happened to me. And please let me introduce myself you, I'm Himu from Dhaka, Bangladesh and I'm depressed.
I had an illusion that I can be oblivious to some upsetting facts, and be merry, merrier than I even used to be, but hell, time has turned me into a realist from a shining optimist. I still go and give my friends a jolly time, but it's me I fear most to meet. Whenever I come back to my room, sitting there, in front of my pc, or with my guitar, or with nothing but darkness, you see, it's a monster I spend my precious few hours of the day. How to escape from yourself? I tried sleeping, drinking, chatting and even the German Language, but couldn't help meeting myself in my room, with no lights.
Have a suggestion to lend me? Go on.
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