Dear anhedonia and depression,

Thank you for ruining my life. I really appreciate how hard you make it to get out of bed. I love how I've lost all of my internal drive, and how I simply don't care about hardly anything anymore. It's really nice of you to make me stop caring about my family, myself, and even seeing my favorite band live. All of the things that used to being me pleasure and joy, are irrelevant. All of my hopes and dreams, irrelevant. Oh, and I can't forget about how sh/tty you make me feel 24/7. Thank you for being there for me.

Sincerely, your dear friend Nikkii