There are three kinds of sadness.
The sadness you encounter in the middle of a conversation –- when you realized that the person in front of you is not the same person you met yesterday. When there are lies between words from their lips.
Then there is sadness you kept inside of your soul. When you are trying your very best not to look devastated and you are attempting to make the others happy because you know what is the feeling of being sad.
And here comes the day when your bed became like a grey asylum — when you are staring at the pale ceiling and talking to silence. While a cup of coffee is enough for a day — music from the old music box seems ample. And reading books turn into armor that will protect you from all the self-loathing and self-doubting thoughts. And that is the worst kind of sadness.