it's strange. i thought about it. if my depression was gone what would i do? if i woke one morning and the dark veil had been lifted...how different would i be? at this point i'm certain it's ingrained in my personality. when i was younger, i just thought i wasn't as excitable as others. in my early teens i was hopeful, but didn't know what there was to look forward to. now i just take it a day at a time. the world isn't necessarily monotone. there's a hint of short lived, muted colours. flashes of highligher yellows when i'm in a weird mood. it's strange that i consider my happy moments weird. i think that's telling.