I've been using my duvet cover as a sleeping bag for at least a week now. Maybe two. I've lost sense of time. A while back I had a really rough night: I was sick and unable to fall asleep. I tossed. I turned. I tossed. I turned. I ended up kicking the sheets off my bed. All of them, even the one that covers the mattress. And I haven't had the motivation to put it back since. My sheets are still there, at the foot of the bed, but it required less energy to pull out the duvet from its cover, and use the cover as a sleeping bag.

This is my depression.

I washed my dishes. Finally. I ran out of clean ones. Due to the self sustaining eco system growing in my tupperware, I bleached them all. I spilled a few drops on my shoes. My very old, had them for years, they were dirty anyway shoes. And then I cried for 15 minutes because of the stain on my shoe. My godmother goes into open heart surgery tomorrow. I've been watching her cry for a week. I haven't shed a single tear.

This is my depression

The job application for the summer program is due in two days. It's been posted for nearly a month. I'm already in the system, and need only to write a cover letter and not a new resume. Without this job, I will not be able to afford my rent. Every day since it's been posted, I open up a document, stare at it for about an hour, then close it. I haven't written more than "To Whom it May Concern"

This is my depression

It's nearly midnight. I am tired. I want to go to sleep. But I can't. I just can't.
This is my depression.