You know, depression sucks, but there are bright sides to it. Here are a few:
- You can sleep like 17 hours straight!
- You can save money on going out to see movies or dinner, because all you're compelled to do is watch sad fucking movies on Netflix all day!
- You can save money on gas, because the only place you're going to go is either work or back home to sleep/binge Netflix!
- You don't have to talk to all those useless meatbags you don't like, because they'll see something is wrong with you and stay the fuck away!
- It's like a friend test you don't have to pay for! Find out how many people actually give a shit (which, in my case, might be like one). Look at all the money you'll save during Christmas because you no longer need to buy gifts/cards for a bunch of stand-in assholes you used to refer to as "friends!" Shit though, I'll still probably buy/donate a bunch of shit for toys-for-tots and the like, because I feel like a poor little Mexican kid's happiness is far more important than my own. But I can buy cheap shit for a kid. Adults want fucking iPads, and shit.
- It's like the diet you never wanted to start!
- Every day is a "gym-free" day!
See? Depression can be fun, too! And don't worry, I'm not thinking of offing myself. I'm not going to give George RR Martin the pleasure of me dying before I get to read the end of his fucking magnum opus. So hurry up, fat bastard; get to writing!
Just going through the motions anymore.
