"I didn't tell you I have depression."
"So, you were depressed?" (laughs)
"It's called clinical depression."
"It's even hard to get out of bed in the morning!"
"Yeah, okay." (stifles a laugh)
"I don't even want to live sometimes!"
"Okay."
You don't care; you wouldn't care if I died either.
Might as well then.
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