Throughout my life, until I figured out my scientific theory when I was 17, I felt like something was missing. Or rather, like the parts of me were missing each other, before they came together when I was 17, and I was overjoyed. But then I became unsure if theywere really together. Hence the depression.
When I was a baby, I remember being depressed. I was having a dream, and that was as good asit had been for a long time. I was a child naked in the colorful jungle, a feral child. I played and ran around alongside the animals, in peaceful companionship. but I felt like something was missing. My stuffed bear Charity was missing. i used Charity as something to fill the void between the scattered pieces of me, my soul, whatever. And even then, I wasn't complete.
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