The Chronicles of Goddess Potato

She never considered herself depressed or anxious. Yeah sure, every time she sends a text she keeps checking her phone every five seconds and her hearts starts racing when she hears the familiar "ping" of a notification on her phone. But, that doesn't make her anxious, does it? She feels lonely without her phone. It has become her best friend. That's not sad, is it? She lies in her bed awake because she has no energy or will to face the outside world. Even though her horoscope says, it's a great day to go out and give into that adventurous Sagittarius self. Sleep was her escape but now she is trying to escape sleep, just like she is trying to hide from the other goddesses. On certain days the Goddess Potato finds herself staring at her reflection in the mirror, her cheeks wet as the exhaust in the bathroom hums silencing her hiccups because crying in the shower she thinks, is too overrated. Some other days she spends her hours staring at a blurry laptop scree...

The goddess is confused. Something that's been happening a lot lately. She seems to have lost all sense of direction and her pitch black orbs look forward mindlessly. The goddess is angry. So fucking pissed, she doesn't know what to do with all that energy and pain and... Great! Now her head hurts. She wishes she had powers like most goddess' that you hear of or read about in the stories. The power to burn everything to ashes, the power to bring about thunderstorms and floods, the power of destruction because she seems to be in a mood to ruin everything that comes her way. She looks calm and peaceful. She smiles while she weeps inside. She forces herself to forget but there is always something. Knocking on the door of her conscience, like a cop who bangs on the door and refuses to leave. Although here's the thing, she has a choice not to answer the door. Even though she knows the cop is a persistent little ass and would never leave, she chooses not...