"Not Depressed," She Said.
"Look, I am not depressed.
It's an awful word, anyway.
Like a sickness, consumption of the mind.
- So, see, I can't possibly be "depressed" you just don't know me well enough.
I'm tired, is all.
I'm not broken, not depressed, I'm actually a very funny, happy person - when I don't have student pressures.
Okay?
I'm not sick.
Thank you very much(!)"
She typed into the computer, expressionless, motionless.
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Lizaf Asifan
Hey, I'm seventeen, and many of those years have been spent devouring Italian mint chocolate chip ice-cream. I love Italian mint chocolate-chip ice-cream. You should really know that: that I LOVE ITALIAN MINT CHOCOLATE CHIP ICE-CREAM (okay, I think you get the picture now, huh?).
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