Oct 5, 2024
i think one of the most depressing things about having severe mental illness is that i spend so much of my life observing, but not participating. i watch people get better jobs, join clubs, make other friends, go on outings, and cultivate hobbies. and what do i do exactly?
i rot in bed and scroll online even though i don’t actually like the internet that much. i’m too scared to leave the house regularly because i feel unsightly. i have no pictures of myself to look back on, and nothing that really marks the passage of time except which classes i’m taking that semester.
i wish i had a completely new brain.
