gotta love those bad brain days where i can feel the slide back into miserable and on the verge of tears the moment the distraction of the hour is over
this is the fourth time today i’ve distracted myself well enough to forget for a few minutes and it just makes returning to the black even worse every time
i feel so ignored and i feel less and less like trying. why bother with a friendship when it’s such a struggle every other interaction to have to weigh things out as ‘they’re just going through a rough time right now’, ‘this is a bad habit of theirs and they’re working on it’. why bother trying to be active and friendly at people when a literal four fifths of every attempt at roleplay i make gets ignored and passed over
i feel like shit and i hate that i have to beg for attention and i just want to slide into oblivion
please do not read this and scramble to recontact i’m just in a state where i’ll read everything as trite and hollow and hateful
journeys in self care distraction now have me painting my nails so i am not going to type anymore