Stupid depression is something that changes your present reality. It's not you. Who is it? It's some kind of pimply, lumpy green matter that takes over - often when you least expect it.
"You want to see depressed?" My sister Chrissy asks.
"Don't look over here because I haven't seen UM. I think he went to someone else." I answer. And breathe.
Have you ever seen it, as in, the Ugly Monster?
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