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Depression Interrupts a Good Day

Me having a good day. Going on a walk on a peaceful day.

My depression: hey, what's up!

Me: go away.

My depression: well how rude.

Me: πŸ™„.

My depression: remember that one time......

Me: no, don't even.

My depression: that we.....

Me: nope.

My depression: *says really fast*: said that one stupid joke that wasn't funny and everybody just stared at you, and then you spilled water all over yourself and it looked like you peed yourself. And you went home and cried yourself to sleep just like you do every single night.

Me: 😳😢😟.

My depression: πŸ˜‰ don't worry I'll always be here for you.

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I hear you I really do...

sigh*

me: *tries to cry* Also me: *no tears left to cry* My brain: you're fine, stop it.