ah, the return of my depression. let’s just push everyone away, including the boyfriend, and contemplate just going to bed in the same clothes i worked in. because showering is so tedious. and so is fucking eating, and existing. it’s funny how warm i start to feel when i get like this, as though it’s settled over me like a body draped over my shoulders in that sly did you miss me kind of hug. a decade of this shit and i still let it get the best of me....













