Day 9: As much as I don’t want to talk about being depressed, that’s genuinely how I’ve felt since this morning. Nothing significant triggered it, though I suspect it was a series of minuscule events: not getting a call back from a date, having to throw out spoiled groceries, and receiving yet another parking ticket from the lovely city of Beverly Hills.
I’m often envious of those who can just switch off the sadness and carry on. How productive they must be, to be able to focus without having to spend incredible effort just to climb out of the metaphorical, emotional well.
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