Dreams-led-me-here-somehow - Things That Caught My Eye

I am, in fact, a squelching wet sack of potatoes

I hate that depression can just say "fuck you, I'm taking your senses"

Like, obviously not the whole sense, but it can just decide that from now on until some undetermined time it can make any taste bland, any sensation boring, like it just washes out anything interesting about the senses and traps you in the purgatory of "somewhere in the middle"

I'd rather have overwhelming hatred, sadness, anxiety or anything really, instead of genuine apathy for even my senses, my experiences.

Wdym drinking choccy milk and eating funny little fruit yogurts "isn't enough to reliably sustain me"???

Devastated rn

Today, I am a wretched creature, a howling abyss of pure evil

Tommorrow?

Idk probably a pink slime or something

By kenva