Cry Cry Cry Whine Whine Whine

Cry cry cry whine whine whine mad mad mad sad sad sad I do not answer the phone or the door, choosing to wallow. I am deep I the world of depression, and nothing can get me out of it. I am determined to revel and crawl and claw and scream. My bedroom window pops open. My neighbor climbs in. She is wearing a dress and she looks ridiculous. I can see her underwear. I begin to laugh. I cannot stop. I brought Neapolitan ice cream she says. The entire mood has changed in an instant. I am so glad!