Have any of you ever read the book "Where the Wild Things Are"?
I swear, it ruined my life.
The first time I read it was in 3rd grade, and it wasn't what the book said, by any means.
It was actually decently written, but the colors told a different story.
Now, I don't want to ruin anyone's childhood, however, the colors used in that book were so dreary, it took a toll on me.
Until that point, my life felt vibrant, and I saw the world with color, but when I read that book, the rest of my day and frankly my life/childhood was very drab.
From then on, all I saw was gray. The world was dark to me. There were no other colors that were bright, and I don't know if it's just me, or maybe it was my innocence, I don't know. Something left me that day, and that was my first taste of what depression was like.
I wish I could travel back in time to stop me from reading it. Maybe time would be all I was buying, but either way, I feel like I would've somehow had more hope and joy.
Maybe it's just me, but man, that sucked. Sucked the life right out of me.
