I came home from a marching band event, (I'd call it a football game, but in that little tent on the sidelines, the whole football team gathered and watched their 69-0 loss.) I barely ate and went to sleep.
2.)
I scrolled through Pinterest and saved dank depression memes.
3.)
My unofficial girlfriend called me a GIRL and I've died inside.
4.)
I didn't complete that assignment, I just sat there filthy, unshowered, and called it depression, instead of calling my therapist.