My head hurts.
Is it really already time to get up?
What’s the point?
Where the hell did this depression come from?
Why won’t it go away?
What’s wrong with me?
Why am I so tired?
It’s only two o’clock? Really?
Get your ass moving, you’re pathetic.
I should do something.
It’s only five o’clock? Really?
Is this all in my head? what the hell is wrong with me?
I’m a terrible wife.
How do people with kids deal with depression?
Why can’t everyone just leave me alone?
Nope, don’t wanna talk.
Everyone gets depressed, what’s wrong with me?
Are these feelings even mine?
Of course they are…
Strolls through Twitter….
Oh great, there’s the headache again.
I can go to bed at 7:30pm, right?
I can’t get out of my own head.
I can’t imagine how it feels to have “real” problems.
But I’m taking my meds…this makes no sense.
The sun is shining, life is good…what’s wrong with me?
I wonder what normal feels like.
How did the entire day go by already?
I hate everything.
This too shall pass.