Having a job and living alone is such a crazy combo. You go home, shower, eat, scroll through your phone, and stay silent until you talk to someone at work the next day.
Lately, I've noticed everybody looks OK until you eventually have a deep conversation with them. And then, you'll realize that, this is a sad generation of people struggling to survive through smiling faces and pretty pictures.
Functional depression is real.
You work, joke around. Take care of people around you. But mentally you are drowning in your own thoughts and nobody knows it.