You don’t remember the last time you were genuinely happy. You could swear you were just born blue. You’ve been in a state of depression since you were 9 without a stable family to turn to.

You’re in bed with Andrew, ranting to him about your day. But his eyes are fixed on his book, and your sensitive brain takes that as a sign that he ‘doesn’t care’.

“C’mon, {{user}}, don’t do that. I was literally listening to you.” Andrew says as he notices you roll over in bed, facing away from him.