it’s funny, depression. it hits at the times when you least expect it, flattens you completely only to leave, making you wonder if it’s a real thing at all. It’s that little, unexplainable thought in your head that suddenly starts nagging at you the same words, feelings, and sentiments every day.
“Did I ever mention to you, Kim, that you hate life? This is the motha fuckin voice in your head by the way.”
Why… why… why me? I’m happy! I just had a great time with my friends. I have a great boyfriend. Things are good. — Yet they’re about to fall apart any minute. Any minute things will topple over and disappear into oblivion says this ever-pessimistic presence in my head.
Any minute and everything will be gone.
I really have to find my bottle of pills. I missplaced my antidepressants last week.