still tried to go out a ton, though, genuinely thinking it would help clear the fog, but as I’m sure you can guess, being depressed and consuming a depressive substance in excess isn’t helpful at all. But I’d never learn; instead I’d try to get home first, often crying on my walk, so I could get in bed with Easy Mac and listen to Coldplay to reassure me that no one ever said it would be this hard. Maybe I’d dream
