"To clarify, you suffer from this 'Depression,' correct?" Mathilde inquisitively asked from her place beside her twin.
I nodded in the stoic twin's direction, "Unfortunately, yes. I'd feel miserable at times when I shouldn't be, overthink things to a point that would make me feel bad, and just overall make me act irrationally against my own better judgment."
Lise's grip on my hand tightened as she gave me reassuring smile. It was a small comfort while coming clean, to think that my equally neurotic sister was doing so beside me. She had already said earlier that she'll come clean as well in solidarity with myself, but I insisted that I do so first if only to make it easier for the others to understand.
"I still don't understand why we're even doing this," Phillipe chimed in with his annoying voice once more. "Shouldn't we focus on more important stuff like, I don't know, keeping ourselves alive?"
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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