Getting Better

Well,
I guess I'm getting better og this depretion.
Don't feel so sad,
So alone,...
But I still have this feelings,
Just,
They aren't so deep like they used to be.
Now,
I feel a bit more free,
I feel like a bird,
That was closed in a jail
And now he is free to sprew his wings.
It's a espetacular sensation.
A freedom sensation.
I can't remember he last time I've felt this way.
...
But it's great.
Wonder why I've been in "jail" so long...
But it doesn't matter,
I'm almost free!
Almost...
Almost because I, sometimes, still feeling sad,
And alone,...
But now,
It's more rarely,
Because I feel that I have friends,
A lot of them,
If I don't have one beside me,
I have others.
It's great have friends,
Because they are part of life.
Its impossible to live without them.