Been a while since I posted here. I've been shut-in except for the rare 1-2 friends I let myself out for. It hurts so much to be jealous of my high functioning friends. I feel so weak. I can't feel my legs. I don't deserve the ability to care or to speak. Talking to someone is like a drug. If its someone new, theres a honeymoon phase. I tell them everything. They tell me some things. It gets platonically intimate. It gets me going. Its a rush. And then they're gone or I feel like they're gone. Thats not their fault. Its my head. Its an emotional high. A part of me is telling me I want it to replace parental care because of the lack of in my life. I don't know anymore. Who am I and what am I doing here? If it wasn't for film I'd be useless and now that the palatable faces are no longer near theres no point in it. I'm not ready.