You know what I do when I am utterly depressed?
I scrub.
I scrub myself silly.
I get a Moroccan bath.
I stock up on spa salts and creams and soaps and fragrances.
I scrub the dead skin away hoping all the bad things I've been keeping inside me go down the drain with all that dirt.
I scrub like there's no tomorrow.
I scrub like it's 1999.
I scrub all that shit off with my special gloves.
I scrub away.
I scrub while dancing in the bath.
I scrub while singing in the shower.
I scrub.
God do I scrub.
As a matter of fact I just did, a couple of hours ago.
I smell like milk.
And my skin feels smooth and tight.
My mind is still in shambles.