If I Broke Into Your House, Put Bluey On Your TV And Started Binging It. What Would You Do?

If I broke into your house, put Bluey on your TV and started binging it. What would you do?

Start off with a simple and casual "I don't wanna kill myself" and when your therapist asks questions, reply with "yes", "no", "maybe" or "who told you that?".

To sum up everything you like in one sentence should be considered a super power, simply for the fact that I can barely give someone a recipe without using 3-9 sentences just for seasonings. Like, I've tried to sum things up in a single sentence and it always goes wrong.

I woke up the other day feeling like absolute shit, then I was like "omg, why don't I just fall back to sleep?" So, that entire day I was trying to sleep.

See what happens when you lie to yourself? You end up looking depressed just laying in your bed, your parents wondering if you're ACTUALLY okay.

Alright, remember how I said I'm a writer in my introduction post? I'll show you exactly what I mean. Play this song while you read.

Tailed by an unfortunate puppy, we walk through the rain. In no hurry, obviously, as neither of us have any shield from the sky's tears. Passed buildings and homeless men, throwing cans at me when I come too close. The puppy whimpering, as if feeling the pain for me.

What had I done wrong? I know it was just a fight. I tried to fix it, but it seems I've just made it worse. This puppy is just as sad and alone as me now. I'm miserable. We're miserable. We want shelter from our problems. We want shelter... from the rain.

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