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Popping Morticia's Depression Cherry

04.01.2020 16.57 hours Tish was home. She sat in her room – pastel-colored walls and purple gradient curtains – her favorite. It’s about 12 degrees Celcius outside and she felt the same inside – cold and unconcerned. It’s been six days since she’d been enjoying homemade food, zero responsibilities, zero accountability, the unconditional love of her mom pouring out every day in the form of “ What would you like for dinner, hon?” and the comfort of doing nothing. Her five-year-old Labrador pet sleeps on the foot of her queen size bed which her sister shared with her, quite unwillingly. Her mom tells Tish that he usually sleeps with her brother, but for some reason Jo the dog decided to oblige her with sleeping in her bed. But Tish hates it. Her diary entry reads: “No. Don’t aww him. Don’t you dare make that fucking stupid noise. It’s irritating. Only people who cannot afford the liability of having a pet dog can ogle and drool over something like that. Look at it p...