I don't think anybody ever know when it started. And I'm quite sure nobody would know when will it stops. It's just one of those things that comes and go.
How a sadness is passed on to another person. If you think about think, how silly are these people, dwelling in their life pointless and tired, yet always find ways to drown themselves in some depression that we never understand. How selfish of these people to pass them on.
If a flu is considered contagious, than I guess depression is just as contagious as a flu; maybe even more. Sadness of the friend beside you would pass on to you and yours will pass on to somebody esle. Sadness is collective. The pain won't come unless the wound has been there long enough, big enough.
One day, a girl thought if only someone is smart enough to end the circle of sadness. So she keeps her sadness in a bottle, thinking that it would be safe as long as she keeps them safe. As long as they are trapped, they won't affect other people. No matter how big or how small it is, put it in a bottle. Don't pass it on.
#catch your falling star and put it in your pocket,
save it for the rainy day....#