They Say That Your Eyes Are Windows Into Your Soul; Well I Cant Read.

They say that your eyes are windows into your soul; well I can’t read.

I have transcended the likes of mankind, I have risen above the standard of people everywhere, I have conquered the likes of which you could never imagine, I have done deeds of prosperity and wealth, and I have succeeded.

I have finished 2 late work assignments

I’m built different but bad different

Anyway I’m in immense pain

When am I going to get my obligatory fluff episode beach adventure

Sometimes the first thing you hear when you walk into a room is “flesh suits,” and then you have to walk out of a room

Entering a depressive episode is never fun. You think about the last time this happened, but you’re too tired to remember. You’re too tired to think of any coping mechanism that you or your therapist have ever came up with. And you start to go through the motions of life on autopilot. You don’t realize you’re in this state for weeks, until someone who you care about convinces you to take a break, and you can’t even give them that. So you keep on going until what, color starts to come in again? It’s easier? You think it’s never going to get easier again, and it’s all hopeless.

So you say, “I’ll do it for him” the reason you didn’t realize You were in an episode, because he made you want to do things. And you’ll take a god damn break because missing one day of your life being an anxious pile of goo is what you deserve. You deserve a break.