Depression is so fucking weird because the back of my brain is always like “why am I even alive I’m not accomplishing anything everything is meaningless” but then something happens like I find meatballs in the freezer that can be cooked in the microwave and for a solid half hour my life suddenly has genuine purpose like there’s no joke here this is legit my life right now because I may be depressed but there’s a bowl of meatballs waiting for me and that’s beautiful.