Dear Depression

Dear Depression,

Good morning, oh you’re not up yet? I’ll come back later then.

 

 

 

Ok, I can’t wait for you anymore. You know, out there, life is going on. Look. Just untangle your gangly limbs from the stale bedsheets and glimpse out that grotty window. See that? There’s a light out there depression. Stop closing the drapes on me. I want that light. And you won’t let me out.

Where’s the key? I want out. The walls are too close in here, and that ceiling’s too low. Your making me claustrophobic. I want out.

I’m sick of you never wanting to get up. And have you seen the sink? The dishes need washing. The clothes need hanging up. Food needs cooking. Things need to be done! But you wallow here in your squalor whining about how life is too difficult for you.

Suit up. Wash that strawy, oily, knotted up hair, think about the idea if shaving, and open a god damn window. You’ve been hiding under those blankets for too long.

You know what the worst thing is? I’m better than this. You’re like dragging around a twenty pound weight on my chest and a fire cracker in my brain.

It’s time now. Please. I need to find happy again. You chased him away. I know you fight with him all the time, but you’re not good for me. You’re the ice cream in my freezer, the pizza boxes in my recycling, the cigarettes in my pocket. You’re ever-present and ever-annoying. I don’t want you anymore.

I don’t know how to get rid of you. You’re like a virus my body can’t fix. Your the anti-healthy the anti-happy and the anti-me.

 

Leave, now, and please, never come back.

 

Don’t shudder and crawl down in your cosy little hole. That’s pathetic. Stop being so pathetic and childish and look at how you’re affecting the friends, the family and me. You’re a useless rotten piece of junk.

Tell me. Tell me what to do to get rid of you and I’ll do it.

I.

Am.

 

So.

 

 

Done.

 

 

 

I’ll do whatever it takes…..

 

 

Whatever.

 

Forever yours,
At least for the moment.
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This post is in response to Daily Prompt’s Challenge which, if you’re interested you can read here! I suggest following them, becasue they give GREAT ideas to blog on. Till next time,
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The Epidemy of Epidemy… and Stupidness

Do you know what its like to be miserable? Truly utterly miserable. Like even though you are in the middle of a public place you just want to cry in a corner and have every single person in the entire wold just go jump off a fucking cliff.

I’m not talking about miserable in the ‘upset’ sense. Like in a passing, if a loved one passes away, that’s distraught. I’m talking miserable. Like huge cloud is hanging over your head waiting for something good to happen so it can soak up all your happiness and take it away, because fuck you.

Well thanks.

If you’ve read some of my posts today you may think me Bi-Polar. I was ‘happy’ before. I may have even used the word ‘Elated’ in a post. Premature friends. you know me. I’m back in all my impressively and extensively depressing ways hating on the universe again for making me exist. Hey. Come pity me because i have to put up with the scum of the earth and smile while i do it.

You know what the worst part about being miserable is? like there’s a worst part but whatever. Society doesn’t accept it. Apparently, no, I’m not allowed to have a huge mental breakdown wherever i may be when I realise that life actually is an abysmal pit of horror and unending trivialities.

WHY CANT I JUST WALLOW IN THE NEVER-ENDING OBLIVION THAT IS MY BLACKED HEART?!

Why does the world insist I continue with this charade of happiness and ‘togetherness’

I don’t want to. I want to sulk and be a little girl and not go to work and not pay bills and just NOT. I hate it I hate it all wahh whine whinge.

Aren’t I just the epitome of everything wonderful?

 

Forever yours,

At least for the moment
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