Me: Nothing. Trying to sleep.
Depression: You’re lame for that.
Me: How am I lame?
Depression: Aren’t you sad?
Depression: SMH. Yes you are.
Me: No I am not! Stop saying that I am.
Depression: You’re sad AF. Just come clean.
Depression: You’re worthless.
Depression: No one wants you around.
Me: Why are you doing this? Are you trying to make me cry?
Depression: Are you sad yet? I’m trying to chill with you. What’s up?
Me. Leave me alone. I don’t want to deal with you.
Depression: What do you mean?
Me: I don’t like how you make me feel when we are together.
Depression: Don’t you like feeling like crap when I tell you people think so little of you?
Me: Wrong! I don’t like feeling like that.
Depression: But that’s what it is, though.
Depression: So… Can I come through?
Me: No. I don’t need you right now.
Me: I don’t want to be with you Depression.
Depression: I am all you have.
Me: No you aren’t.
Depression: Since when?
Me: Since I started understanding that I am enough.
Depression: Stop lying to yourself and let me keep you company.
Me: I’m good Depression.
Depression: Excuse me?
Me: You’re excused. Now, if you don’t mind, I would like to get some rest.