I finally caved and took my medications and shockingly I don't feel any different. My snark aside I suspected that. My "depression" is just me looking realistically at reality.
I decided that me bitching about life isn't gonna interest anyone. So I thought I'd make this more of a dream journal, because dreams are fun.
My dream from yesterday night was me drowning in a glass of water. I saw my own body sink to the bottom of the glass. Then a bigger version of me picked up the glass and drank the water, swalling the tiny dead me with it.
I find this amusing although a bit disturbing.
Dreams exist outside reality.
It's why I love sleep.
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