I've been noting how many times a day I start my pity parties. It's a lot-no wonder I'm depressed. My mind seems to enjoy the dark reminiscing of childhood tears the most. It really sinks it's teeth into it and swallows it down whole.

"Remember the time that girl locked you in the basement with her evil friends and wanted to beat you up?"

"Remember when you were 10 and dad sent you that letter complaining that he had to work to support you?"

"Remember the time the teacher wanted to leave you back?"

"Remember 5TH GRADE?"

...honestly I want to tell my brain to "shut the fu*k up."