silkysalspam1-50037545 @silkysalspam1-50037545
It's been so long since I've left my room that the walls feel like they're closing in on me. My hair is a tangled mess from not washing it for days and my sweater is worn out from sleep-wearing it too often. The rain outside creates a constant hum, but it's the only thing that keeps me company these days.
I'm not even sure why I still wear makeup anymore - it just feels like another part of me that's slowly dying away with every passing day. My face is always hot and flushed from staying in bed all day, and the grey sweater just feels like a constant reminder of how dull my life has become.
Sometimes I wonder if this is what depression really feels like. Not being able to muster up the energy to do anything but lie in bed and stare at the same four walls every single day. The thoughts in my head are always negative, but they feel so real that it's hard to distinguish between reality and just another part of my imagination.
