i dont really know the term but basically i got my ass handed to me by my boyfriend. out of concern, i do know this. but. i thought i was getting a little better, and i know that i can...but apparently...i'm fucking not.
i want to know how you feel and what you think. but...i do get more depressed and i do drink more and i snap out of it. i just want to disconnect from everyone. be alone. but i am already. so i don't really know what i'm trying to say. or even why the fuck i choose to say it on here.
you're right. i'm 24 and i do live here still. do still work there and am still waiting to drive. i probably should just curl up into a ball and just end it.
go team self fucking worth.
rejoice because i get miserable.
i want to know how you feel and what you think. but...i do get more depressed and i do drink more and i snap out of it. i just want to disconnect from everyone. be alone. but i am already. so i don't really know what i'm trying to say. or even why the fuck i choose to say it on here.
you're right. i'm 24 and i do live here still. do still work there and am still waiting to drive. i probably should just curl up into a ball and just end it.
go team self fucking worth.
rejoice because i get miserable.
But of course I can tell you that disconnecting is not the way to handle things. It just straight up makes things worse. Have you ever heard someone say that it got better once they disconnected?
And besides that our world revolves around the people who are "still living here." Yeah, I want to move to somewhere different too. But so does everyone else. I don't know what to say about that but...