Diagnosis

So, uh, I was diagnosed with depression the other day.

I had my suspicions, but it's kind of strange to actually be diagnosed with something. And I guess I'm still kind of weirded out by that?

That being said, I'm really lonely? That's an issue, I guess. I don't talk to anyone anymore. I don't have friends that I can call up at 3am when I'm having a hard time. It's just me vs the world now. And it's really terrifying. Part of me resents the people who stopped talking to me and moved on, part of me doesn't blame them.

So to the people who just sort of abandoned me, screw you I guess? Also good for you, because I must have done something really terrible for you to just leave me behind like an unwanted puppy. Yeah, I'm comparing me to a puppy. I may not blame you for leaving me, but I'm sure going to shame you about it. You puppy-leaver. I'll call the ASPCA on you. That stands for Ava's Sad, Pathetic, and Crying Association. It's an organization that gives me a firm pat on the back when people like you stop talking to me and find new people. You are the reason the organization exists, you puppy-leaver. I'm just a defenseless animal that just wanted to make you happy, and you left me in a moist cardboard box and got a fish instead, because they're easier and cheaper.

Jokes on you, fish die REALLY FREAKIN EASY. They just die! That fish you replaced me with? That schmuck is gonna go belly-up here soon.
And you can't show a fish off to your friends. "Hey guys, you wanna meet my new fish?" Do you think your friends are gonna wanna see a fish? No. They don't wanna pet a fish. You can't take a fish out on a walk. You take that wet little oval with gills outta that bowl, they're gonna die. What are you gonna do then, huh?
Bet you wish you had kept that puppy now, huh.

This is the most emotion have had in several months.Amazing.

I'm lonely and salty. And I'm not on any anti-depressants yet. Imagine how salty I'll be with normal emotions and feelings. Y'all better buckle up.


This entry has been brought to you by: The magic 8-ball in my therapist's office that always answers me with the same answer. It's bumming me out, man.