Stronger

My shelves are painted. No ones reading this. No one really cares, but I know what that means. It means I dug out. It means I told my brain to fuck off and now there’s beautiful shelves in a beautiful room full of books.It makes me happy when I look at it. It makes me feel stronger than the depression.

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