Damn You Depression
Standing in my kitchen, I swear, I must have opened the refrigerator door like fifty times. I memorized everything that’s in the fridge, yet I keep opening the damn door as though something new will magically appear. There’s a ton of things that I could make, but nothing sounds good. Or am I just being lazy? Probably. On the other hand, I just don’t know what I’m in the mood for. Do I want breakfast? Maybe a sandwich? A burger and fries? This early? I don’t even like to eat in the morning. What am I doing. It’s the depression. It’s got me all messed up. It’s craving food and trying to convince me to eat. Not gonna happen, I’m not going to give in like I usually do. At least not this early.