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Okay, I'm tired now
I could use a break.
I'm not talking fifteen minutes for a cigarette, either. I'm talking a good two weeks to a month, maybe in a rubber room with a straightjacket.
Did I mention I was starting a depressive cycle? Yeah. Luckily there are only about fifteen minutes before the end of my shift, and I'm going home to clean the apartment and set up the futon for tomorrow, in case Abi and Bryan come.
This is the nasty part of depression: the greatest thing in the world can be happening, and you still feel like hiding under the bed and crying.
I want to go home.
I'm not talking fifteen minutes for a cigarette, either. I'm talking a good two weeks to a month, maybe in a rubber room with a straightjacket.
Did I mention I was starting a depressive cycle? Yeah. Luckily there are only about fifteen minutes before the end of my shift, and I'm going home to clean the apartment and set up the futon for tomorrow, in case Abi and Bryan come.
This is the nasty part of depression: the greatest thing in the world can be happening, and you still feel like hiding under the bed and crying.
I want to go home.