narniamushroom02

Jess lay in a curled heap in the center of her bed. When her depression came on, it wasn't a crushing sense of despair or a cloud of hopelessness. It was like a bath cooling—starting out hot, then temperate, and then this disgusting room temperature that was completely useless. She always knew it when it came. Knowing it didn't give any feeling like being able to deal with it. She would look through her twitter, and read through the lives of celebrities who would never know she existed. Her tumblr dashboard seemed to be saying that all her friends could simply do without her. Facebook held no positive interaction, like every single fri