because none of us is fucking up like we think we are, is what i'm trying to say

Tuesday, 21 February 2017

On Depression

Eat something green,
he said.
And don't work too hard.
And,
he added.
Talk to as many strangers as you can.

I knew what he meant. He meant the Old Me would've done that. That I could play pretend until it was real. I smiled in the coffee shop that day. It didn't make a difference - the fog wouldn't lift - but I saw how easily I might fool the world and its baristas. 
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