“It’s depression, can I come in?”
“Yeah…I’m kinda busy today, dear.”
“I’m free next Tuesday.”
“I’m busy that day, too.”
“How’s tomorrow night sound?”
“I have a date with anxiety.”
“You’re sleeping with anxiety and me (depression)?”
“You know what I lied; panic attack visits me from time to time,” I said. “Kinda like a side-chick, and besides, I think we need a break.”
“Are you…are you breaking up with me?” depression asked.
“It’s not you; it’s me.”
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