my depression lately has made my life feel like one long perpetual day. my very existence just feels like liminal space. i can only tell that time is passing by the quality of light that streams through my window, and the patch of sky i can see beyond it. the walls in my bedroom are bare. iâm alone, iâm tired, i canât bring myself to do anything anymore. iâm sixteen and i feel like iâve already died.Â















