I wake up, it's already almost afternoon. My face looks like a gross greasy spoon. Now I'm hauling myself out of bed. I think to myself I rather be dead. I just don't understand why, My eyes just feel like they want to cry. Immediately I am collapsing down those wooden stairs. I feel like I'm descending into my own personal dark eternal despairs. Now I am eating expired corn flakes. Here's another tally mark to my list of headaches. To answer your burning question, Yes, that's right I do have depression.
I'm on my way to my boring average school. I can already tell the day will be cruel, Just by seeing all the other loud students. Oh, heck I think I forgot to take my antidepressants I think I rather pass, On heading over to math class. If I don't finish all these problematic math equations, I'll be forced to take even more medications. Finally, the bell rings. Everyone else starts to pack up their things. I do the same as the rest. That's right, I am still depressed.
This one was meant for an ELA project i did awhile ago. It's meant to be ruthless, but in a 'funny' kind of way.