BRITTON
VISUAL STORYTELLER

...Any white noise. Or bright lights. Any of that shit? No. None of that either. What the heck was going on there then?...

Being sick of my depressive mind and tired of monologues, I yelled at the universe. Not once. But... And then, I'm heard! Or at least, I...

I hope depression will go away on its own. Hope this shit will get better soon. Hope this sick fuck will leave me alone. Hope someone...