Saying “I’m sick” is so much easier than trying to explain depression to Mamoru for the 15733689964th time.
Yes, I’m sick. No I don’t know what I can do to feel better. All I know is that doing anything right now is so fucking taxing that it makes me want to cry all the time.
I’m taking sleeping medicine right now, so I don’t have to be alone in this bed all night with my thoughts that are trying to destroy me.
I’m sick. I hurt. I want to cry. Depression fucking sucks.