Depressed as fuck

Ever been so depressed that you spend all day staring at the pile of the laundry growing in the corner but the mere thought of moving it 30 meters to the laundry is enough to exhaust you back to sleep?

I get one day off work every two weeks and always go to bed with the best intentions of using those precious hours for productivity, only to wake in the morning and be crippled with the weight of the world.

It fucking sucks man. There is nothing glamourous about this. There is nothing romantic about this.

Depression sucks fucking balls.