The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence. ~Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
When we think about it, no matter how cheerful of a person you are, there's just a limit to happiness. There's no tinge of sorrow but this state of euphoria can only last for so long and thus it dies down for a while. I guess God is fair. Sometimes I just want to disappear for a moment. Don't let me be. Find me. Make me smile like how I always do.