Misery

Now it seems like you were always the truly miserable one. I used to flutter around you like a smiling butterfly; sitting on your nose and then grabbing you with a gigantic hug. I used to giggle at you, face to face, while you remained stone cold and dark. I was like a happy-go-lucky rainbow

Go there –> Rock Bottom

You let it bother you again. Now go there –> Rock bottom. The best thing about being completely miserable is… it can only get better.