Haven't had a lemon soda for about a month. Not disappointed. My Depression is real. I could fight it, but haven't been. But maybe it's Depression's heavy carpet. Without the sadness (or am I too numb to it) it feels like this is a facade. A lot of fear, covered by a flurry of manic inspiration, enrobed in a dull fondant of ennui. Toska, really. Not the benignity of Depression.
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