January 26th, 2012 at 12:25PM

When I get depressed, I clean. I clean obsessively and I keep cleaning until I get that cleaning high and feel better. It’s the only thing that can make me feel less dead. I don’t know if it’s normal or not. I hope it’s not. It would make sense though. I can’t imagine not having a problem with depression if I was a maid.

There’s really two options for why it works. It’s either me metaphorically scrubbing the filth from my mind and reorganizing my entire consciousness or just taking my mind off shit. I hope it’s the former. That’d be much cooler. The endorphin high I get feels like a running high. It’s a grand feeling to go from depression to elation for an hour or so.

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