Depression Is My Kryptonite

Fuck Visiting

Cold warmth is fucking filling my chest.
It feels like my soul is being consumed by the fucking pain.
Fuck.
It feels like I'm going to cry, like that shit is ever going to happen.
Keep dreaming Panda.
I hate this.
Why is it always like this?
Today has been fine, better than most.
I've been talking to my best friend for hours and all of the sudden this shit decides to spring itself onto me.
Just let me fucking enjoy one day without a breakdown.
Please universe.
Just one fucking day.
That's all I ask for.
I don't even know what's wrong.
It just hurts and sizzles inside of me.
I wish it would dissapate.
Leave me alone for a bit so that I can enjoy my day talking to my best friend and being in this house full of memories.
Good and bad ones, but memories.
It's just visiting though.
It'll leave me at some point with the lingering effects.
Dry tears.
Hysterical sanity.
Cold warmth.
Too many contradictions at once.
Fuck.