I took this picture of myself at the end of a day I spent in bed, scared and crying, feeling alone and hopeless and completely desperate.
This is the face of my mental illness. This is the face of my sadness when it is at its most inexplicable and its most pronounced.
I am not ashamed of it.
It has great posture
It also does not fall. Fall in love or fall on its face.
It can also eat all of the pizza.
All these things just for tonight
Just for tonight.