It’s insane how fast depression can suck the life out of you. How it can dim the glow of your skin. How it can empty your flesh. How it makes you hate your own reflection. How hollow, yet heavy it makes your fragile heart feel. How the lump in your throat gives you cotton mouth, and makes your lips chapped. How it turns hunger into dirt. It’s just utterly insane how the mind detaches itself from the body, how easy it is to shut down, and want to escape the one thing it can never out run, itself.Some say this sadness is a choice, but why would one ever desire to loath thyself?
I hate him.
Colby: *after a long silence* Babe.
Me: Yes?
Colby: You know the ying yang?
Me: Yes.
Colby: I think we are kind of like a ying yang.
Me: *expecting some deep, poetic statement of how our love balences each other out* How so?
Colby: Because you're tan and I'm white so if we 69'd it would look like a ying yang.
Me: ........Get out of my face.
