We have reached a detente. We still glare at each other from across the room but we have largely aligned our thoughts.

Shit’s fucked. Shit will remain fucked. Depression is always there offering me an out like a persistent salesman, but only offering. No more demanding. That being said, there are many well thought out and logical reasons that I would take that offer.

At present, I have other slightly more compelling offers.

I am sorry you feel this way.

Heres a image to make you feel better

You’re part of the battle, even if you are losing