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italic: rue talking

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italic: rue talking

(WARNING!)
vulgar language, drug abuse, alcohol, sex scenes +

Rue lays in down in her bed, watching British Reality Show Love Island

People are always telling me about great TV Shows

How I just have to watch this show

But the truth is, I don't want good TV

I don't want a novel, or some slow burn, or anything that feels like work

That's why I love reality Tv

It's funny, it's dramatic, and I can focus on it

It's pure, effortless entertainment

I want to lay down one moment and then look around the next and realize I have watched 22 straight hours of Love Island over a two-day period and yearn for more

Some people may find that depressing

I don't

It is, however, a good way to measure depression

Because when reality TV begins to feel like work, like final season of Mad Men work, you know you're depressed

Like, haven't got out of bed to pee in 24 hours depressed

Rue begins to touch her stomach, having a weird feeling inside

The thought of having to stand up, excerpt 173 muscles each step for 35 feet, just so I can sit on cold porcelain and piss out toxins over and over again for the rest of my life makes the whole concept of living feel like one long sadistic joke

But the absolute worst part of depression

Is that even though you know you're depressed, you're unable to stop yourself from getting worse

But I wasn't the only one feeling down

"Quinny, are you okay?" Mia asks her sister while opening the door

"I'm sick" Quintessa lies to her while a tear slides down her cheek

"Okay, just let me know if you need anything?" Mia nervously says before slowly closing the door

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