The Blue House

I can’t tell the difference between living and surviving. Maybe I have a morphed sense of the world. A dysfunctional way of thinking. I can’t remember what happiness feels like. What brought me to this? At what point did my brain levels begin to shift and twist to this upmost fucked up state. Deleting all trace of dopamine within me. Let me begin… "The Blue House" follows and anonymous girl as she recites her life story in order to find the source of her depression.