woke up with that specific, soul-crushing emptiness that only a 3-day-long depressive nap can give you. my bed is a cave of empty bang energy cans and existential dread. tried to masturbate to feel something and even my own pussy was like 'girl, not today.' so instead i'm chain-drinking coffee and trying to remember what sunlight feels like. sometimes your brain is just a soggy piece of shit and you have to wait it out. anyone else's mental health currently residing in the dumpster? solidarity, bros.