You know that dead fish metaphor in the Hyperbole and a Half post about depression? That’s what I feel like I’m at right now. I’m surrounded by dead fish. Or something. And I’m basically balling them up in my hand and begging
You know that dead fish metaphor in the Hyperbole and a Half post about depression? That’s what I feel like I’m at right now. I’m surrounded by dead fish. Or something. And I’m basically balling them up in my hand and begging
You know that dead fish metaphor in the Hyperbole and a Half post about depression? That’s what I feel like I’m at right now. I’m surrounded by dead fish. Or something. And I’m basically balling them up in my hand and begging
You know that dead fish metaphor in the Hyperbole and a Half post about depression? That’s what I feel like I’m at right now. I’m surrounded by dead fish. Or something. And I’m basically balling them up in my hand and begging
You know that dead fish metaphor in the Hyperbole and a Half post about depression? That’s what I feel like I’m at right now. I’m surrounded by dead fish. Or something. And I’m basically balling them up in my hand and begging
You know that dead fish metaphor in the Hyperbole and a Half post about depression? That’s what I feel like I’m at right now. I’m surrounded by dead fish. Or something. And I’m basically balling them up in my hand and begging
You know that dead fish metaphor in the Hyperbole and a Half post about depression? That’s what I feel like I’m at right now. I’m surrounded by dead fish. Or something. And I’m basically balling them up in my hand and begging
You know that dead fish metaphor in the Hyperbole and a Half post about depression? That’s what I feel like I’m at right now. I’m surrounded by dead fish. Or something. And I’m basically balling them up in my hand and begging
You know that dead fish metaphor in the Hyperbole and a Half post about depression? That’s what I feel like I’m at right now. I’m surrounded by dead fish. Or something. And I’m basically balling them up in my hand and begging
You know that dead fish metaphor in the Hyperbole and a Half post about depression? That’s what I feel like I’m at right now. I’m surrounded by dead fish. Or something. And I’m basically balling them up in my hand and begging