The grieving winter approaching, the mournful Christmas
mornings, the only blissful moments you get are the lights, laughter, and wide-eyed children waiting for a fictional character to arrive. Staring at the hopelessness white walls in complete isolation, the aching sorrow of seasonal depression kicking in. You start off so innocent with no memories to look back on because you’re too young and so naive and self- righteous and no one can bring you down.