When it's 2:50 in the morning, what else would you rather be doing than fighting off a depressive episode with Budweiser and herb?
I have a stuffed dachshund toy that she bought for me one Friday. It's name is Bendypants. He's looking right at me. I feel like I've let him down, and because of me, he'll never see Jess again. That makes me way so irrationally sad.
I'll be OK, and all that; I'm a lot different person than I was four months ago or whatever (thanks, Doctor Therapist!).
Depression: It sucks!!!!
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