You know, when someone tells you not to be so lazy and depressed and get up and do something, when you’re having one of your depression ruts, it doesn’t help any.
It also doesn’t make things better if you take your frustrations out on me when my brother’s the one pissing you off and yell “I NEED YOU TO TAKE THE FOOD TO THE PARTY FOR ME ON SATURDAY. I’M NOT GOING. I NEED TO GET AWAY FROM THIS LIFE” at me.
Thanks mom.