I was depressed all day and I have a heavy weight on my chest. That last part isn't poetic. The cat is sitting on my chest like some kind of chest ripped monster. She keeps growing when I move my arms too close together. Joy.
Anyway, I did my best to fight the darkness, but it wasn't easy. Everything felt wrong and bad today. I know it wasn't, but my brain kept telling me it was and trying to argue with myself was exhausting.
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