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Depression isn't what you think. It's not slicing wrists and crying. Not for everyone. Sometimes it's just a heavy blanket. You get your work done. Mostly, anyway. But you don't leave your room. You don't leave your bed. You tell your boyfriend you're going to bed early, but you sit awake for hours. You get a watermelon from the kitchen and eat it in bed with a spoon. Lights off, juice dripping down your face. Watermelon used to taste good. Sleep used to be easy.
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May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 10:38 AM UTC
Used To
Depression isn't what you think. It's not slicing wrists and crying. Not for everyone. Sometimes it's just a heavy blanket. You get your work done. Mostly, anyway. But you don't leave your room. You don't leave your bed. You tell your boyfriend you're going to bed early, but you sit awake for hours. You get a watermelon from the kitchen and eat it in bed with a spoon. Lights off, juice dripping down your face. Watermelon used to taste good. Sleep used to be easy.
robyn
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May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 10:38 AM UTC
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