Some people at school probably think when will the day ever end? I, on the other hand, think how did the day go by that fast? That's something I tend to think every day. For me, hours feel like 10 minutes, and days feel like an hour. I don't think years are that long either. Time goes too fast in my opinion. It's weird, you'd think a day for a person with depression would feel like years. But not for me. Maybe i still have hope? Doubt it. I'm "too far into the loop" as I like to say. Time is fast. I feel like life is too quick, it feels it has only been a month or two since my life began. But I know that isn't true. Time may be fast, but I will always remember the passing days as they go by. I will remember because they're all the same. Each and every one.