About three months ago, I ran out of cotton balls and had to go buy some from the store. I deliberated over whether to get the 50-count bag or the 100-count bag. The 100 count bag was only 10 rupees more, and had twice as many balls, so I thought, what the hell? I will get those and then throw the rest out if I need to, because surely we won't still be here in 100 days.
Yesterday I ran out of cotton balls. I use one a day. So that's what depression feels like.
Yesterday I ran out of cotton balls. I use one a day. So that's what depression feels like.
