and everything tastes right

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bisexualaesthetic:

My depression is
messy hair and pajamas for days on end.

It’s being too tired to clean my room or even think about making my bed.

Showering seems like a marathon. Laundry gets done and put back in a pile on the floor.

Laying in bed, in the night - not sleeping.
Laying in bed, in the morning - not thinking.

Naps. Naps. Naps…. I haven’t done anything today but I can’t keep my eyes open.

I want to eat but I don’t care enough to make food. Trying to cook only equates to ramen noodles or cup-of-soup.

Family members asking for my help but I can’t even help myself, I say I feel sick and go back to bed - riddled with guilt.

People say I’m just lazy. Maybe I am.

I feel like I’m fighting a war in my mind and it’s exhausting. Am I making this up?