Sitting isn't comfortable.
Standing isn't comfortable.
Sleeping isn't comfortable.
Walking causes worthless contractions, which REALLY isn't comfortable.
And food aggravates all of the above.
Isn't it called depression when you don't enjoy the things you once loved. You can't sleep. You can't eat. And you don't want to work?
The only thing keeping me within a step of sanity is knowing it is all temporary. This has been the. longest. two. weeks. of. my. life.
Make it stop.
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