Sometimes I like to just sit in bed and wallow in how pathetic I am. It's pretty sad, but sometimes I can't help it. Life just sometimes.

Imagine. Anxiety, stress, depression, patheticness, awkwardness, apathy and anger stuffed into one evil Pandora's box. 

It's like God accidentally grabbed the wrong box of emotions and stuffed it into me when he made me in my mother's womb. Every time I immerse in my depression I just imagine the same scene over and over in my head.

"Hm, let's see." God would say. "How are we going to make this girl. Let's add some body proportions; a kind of nice face, but not too nice; and let's add some attraction to women because it'd be mean to make her homophobic-" Then he pours a whole ing bottle of gayness. ". Oh well, sadly can't do anything about that, now to add her personality." He grabs the box and drops it in his weird child maker. ", wrong box." 

So yeah, I'm pretty sure my life was a mistake.

Hey, I'm Hwang Eunbi and you're watching a ed up version of Disney Channel.

AN:

I wrote a story before how some people might cope with depression (the bad way). 

So why not write a story about a happy, depressed person?

This is going to be kind of the more relatable story? Like To Be Alive was kind of the darker part of depression, but why not show different levels of depression?

Thanks so much to ANONYMOUS  for the amazing poster!