I’m in an extremely deep depression at the moment. My house is absolutely fucking disgusting and it’s making me feel even worse but I don’t have the energy to clean. I can barely use my phone rn to type this. 

Idk if it’s just my depression talking or what but when I’m manic I know my house is the cleanest it ever is so I was just laying here begging my mind to fucking switch so I don’t have to live in a fucking dump anymore. 

I just wish it wasn’t so hard to exist all the time.