I am Depressed--seriously--so I started to write and here it is!

Depression is cold, isolating, and terribly, terribly boring except for the bits about suicide, so thought Essie, who was in a depressive state herself. With the sunshing through her bedroom window and the damn birds chirping she thought about how ridiculous it was to be depressed, thinking about suicide on such a gorgeous day.
Spring had come too soon. It was early march and St. Patrick's day grew ever so closer. Savannah, the self proclaimed hostess city of the south, had fully prepared for the annual Green holiday. Essie looked at her green beads with its shamrock pendant hanging on the closet door. Her and Robert were suppose to go to the Parade with friends and then go get drunk on dollar beer at one of the local pubs. That was before Robert had run off with his boyfriend to New Orleans.
"Savannah isn't gay enough for Mark and me. NOLA post-Katrina feels right especially with the low crime rate" Essie want to add a bit about no gay bashing but feared the repurcussions.