For a while now I’ve been really depressed. I often don’t stay in people’s lives, and recently I did stay in someone’s life, and it reminded me why I leave. After not being in a relationship for a while, I didn’t know how to be alone with myself. I didn’t know who I was, but I knew that whimsy makes me happy. I found out the color combinations I like, the ones shown in the painting, and that I like slugs and snails. I remembered the most whimsical time of my life and I’m trying to replicate it. This is what my life feels like currently.