Depression

Date: 11/22/2019

I was with my mom somewhere and I was just feeling really depressed. It was more like I was feeling empathy for Rebecca Pearson though who was just totally spaced out in her own depressed head. For some reason, she kept laying all over this raw pasta, which was strewn on this table, and that signified her depression. I could feel how lost she felt, and it wasn't a nice feeling, to say the least. I had some ice cream, but I wasn't eating it because it was too cold, hurting my sensitive teeth. My mom was on the phone with someone. She had moved my ice cream over to the table next to her. We were sitting on a couch. "Yeah, well I've gotta see if she wants her ice cream before it turns into soup," my mom said. "You don't like it?" She asked me. "I do like it," I said, but explained that it was hurting my teeth. I vaguely remember some girl who was just plain rude to me.