I was born on a cold, snowy day in October.
At the time I had no idea what life will bring.
And life brought indeed many things.
The first one that came to play was Sadness.
Sadness brought me to my knees many times.
The first time I encountered Sadness was when my parents got divorced.
I cried a lot.
I just couldn't get used to it.
Sadness saw me covered up in blankets and brought his siblings to join the game.
Their names were Stress, Bullying, Depression and Agony.
I got picked on a lot for being different.
For being me.
I'm thankful for these experiences though.
Maybe you're wondering why.
It made me stronger!

There are good and happy memories as well.
But the bad ones are overweighing.
But I don't mind.
I learned to leave happy shows behind.
Dead to the sense of every joy.
That's how I became a melancholy boy.