Book of My IDEAs : Eternal Imagins of Broken Brain

Tea Party: Depression section

One day, I started feeling depressed...

The mood was hardly improved.

Perhaps this was a depressive phenomenon of bipolar disorder.

It probably lasts about two weeks.

I lost interest in everything.

Was I originally helpless?

Even after exercising, it did not improve.

And the day the depression lasted about 3 days

I filled my stomach with strawberries, washed my hair and washed the dishes.

After working, I felt a little better.

Now I have to repeat this life over and over again.

France came suddenly.

I served cool wine and delicious bread to the guests who came to my home.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything bad now."

We chatted. Fortunately, she was smiling.

"Now you hate me?" I asked her carefully.

I closed my eyes and waited for her reply.

But unexpectedly, she stroked my head.

Does she pity me? Probably yes.

I smiled slightly.

The past comes to mind.

I suffered and rolled on the bed.

The nightmare didn't go away, and it kept annoying me.

I want to see him... I put the blanket over and put my face on the pillow.

Only a terrible feeling continued.

The next day, the Philippines, Indonesia, and Malaysia came.

I served them delicious and cool orange juice and dried coconut cookies.

Like yesterday, we had a chat. They laughed innocently.

"It's okay ... I'm not going to behave anymore ..."

I put 4 sugar cubes in warm milk and stir.

Guilt is coming. "I'm sorry for acting arbitrary." 

I bowed my head and apologized. 

But the answer came back from them. 

"We're okay!" (^▽^)/

The next day, Britain came.

I like him, but I didn't know how to make black tea.

I eventually served him green tea and chocolate cookies.

Thank God. He also liked green tea.

My heart was pounding and I couldn't see his eyes.

Even if the atmosphere was a little awkward, we chatted. He smiled slightly.

After chatting, I asked carefully.

"Now you hate me?"

Then he looked at me, he came close and hugged me.

Mingle-mingle, Tears formed. I endured tears.

But the tears finally flowed down.

I muttered. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

Still, he hugged silently and shook my back.

At the end of the tea party, I was about to pick up the last chocolate cookie,

"No way, Lady." So he stole the plate with the chocolate cookie.

Ah, I have to diet. I quietly muttered inside.

Then, he slowly approached me and kissed my forehead.

I froze in surprise. He laughed. And he stroked my head.

I also laughed eventually.

I was reminded that I was also a person.