You rattle me in ways that I cannot even begin to describe. You rob me of my future, in my own ways my past.

There are so many things I want to accomplish, depression, I want to go to grad school, learn languages, do art and write, you tell me none of that is worthwhile, and to go back to bed.
Why do I listen?Ā
Yours truly,
little ego

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