Time can feel like a prison when you're depressed.
One second feels like a minute, and one minute feels like an hour.
I never thought that time could be so hard to manage.
When I was a kid, the thought of time moving by was almost none- existent.
I lived every day with no worries about the time and sometimes it even felt like I just lived in the moment.
They say that time moves faster when you're having fun.
But unfortunately, it also moves slowly when you're not.
When I started in school, I learned that time could also move slow.
I wished for the class to be over so that I could go home and have fun.
Now when I'm home I wish for the time to move faster for no reason.
I look forward to going to sleep so I can get a break from destructive thoughts.
All these days just feel like an endless loop, where the time is torturing me.