It sells.

Depression is real and fashionable. Paste it on your forehead, advertise and sell in exchange for sympathy. So many vendors, so many customers and such a big market. You can’t help them, they don’t want it. Why? Because they’re not depressed. Nobody knows what depression is. Depressed people don’t know they’re depressed. Or they do…

Cut it!

Parental Logic eludes me, Y’know. I told my dad this morning I’m sick and he goes “Go get a haircut, why do you think you’re sick all the time?” What???


Oh You set fire to my soul Tell me, babe What do I do? Stop, drop and roll?