depression is the worst. the absolute worst. i don't know what to do with myself. if i sit at home, i get into bed and hide. if i go out, i walk aimlessly and sadly. i have been struggling now with depression for what feels like years and years. i've recently started smoking pot every day. i wonder if there is some kind of depression retreat i could go on. two weeks and i come home a new woman. it is grey outside, i don't know what to do with myself. it is another saturday where i lye around and wonder what would be a good productive way to spend my time. thank you for letting me ramble to someone. i'm so sick of myself, you know.
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