Wednesday, September 19, 2018

Ennui

Blah. Ennui. For no good reason. Hormones? Probably. Is there anything wrong in my life? Nope. Life is fine. Life is abundant. And the universe is unfolding as it should.



But still, I cry. I'm crying because I'm sad that I'm crying.

How would I like to soothe this? Definitely with cake. Oh man, that would perk me up. If I could do ANYTHING in the world, I'd love to walk down the street to Whole Foods, go to the bakery, and pick out some sort of mousse cake. Then I would come home, eat the cake, and watch Parks and Recreation on Netflix, and I would be euphorically happy. And everything would be ok. And I'd go to sleep happy.



But I can't do that. Nope. I'm a food addict. Yay. That means I don't get to use food like that anymore. As a food addict, I'm not even allowed to eat sugar and flour. Which sucks. Which is probably another reason why I'm crying. It sucks. Being a food addict sucks. Because I know that cake, pizza, and ice cream WOULD make everything better. But I can't do that.



So, instead, I just sit here sad. For no good goddamn reason. This is what it feels like to live with depression.

Eh. The end.

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