If everybody stopped asking "how are you?" instead of just saying hello when they greeted me, then I could stop lying.

Sorry. I am Not having a very good day, week, decade.
I know it's not true but I am starting to feel like this depressed version of me is the only version that exists. Have I never not felt like this? How did it suck me in so quickly and unnoticeably?
And Why does my the memory of better days seem like I made it up? Like a dream that starts to fade as soon as I wake up and try to remember it.
I suppose even my memory doesn't want to be around me when I get like this. Ugh.

This seemed apropos.

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It's okay. I know all will look less ****** tomorrow or next week or whatever. I'm just tired of waiting forever for my turn.
Have a good week all.l be safe in the snow storm.
I will be fxckng fantastic, shoveling 12 inches of snow with my crappy plastic shovel and hoping to freeze to death.

Sorry this got too dark. Ignore me, just having a $&@# day.