This entire hyperbole and a half post explains my depression and my thoughts on it better than I ever could.
“Wow, those fish are super dead. I still like you, though.”
hyperbole is back. and when i say “back”, i mean “still so fucking awesome”.
Oh my god. Allie…you get me. “The absurdity of working so hard to continue doing something you don’t like can be overwhelming. And the longer it takes to feel different, the more it starts to seem like everything might actually be hopeless bullshit.”
I can’t even right now. This is the best thing. The truest thing.