I’m in a rough spot, what-few-readers-I-have.
It’s bad when you feel more at ease and at peace pretending to be someone you’re not while at work, then you feel at home. Retail-me is chipper and pleasant. Hanging-out-with-friends-me is clever and fun. At-home-me is depressed and forlorn.
It’s also probably bad when you stop wanting to confide in your close friends ‘cause you feel like you’ve tapped them out; you feel like they probably don’t wanna hear the same complaints about the same things that you just can’t seem to get to stop nagging at you, or eating away at you.
I know I have at least one reader who knows me personally, and to them I would like to say, before (I assume) you say I should seek help: I’m planning on it. Soon. I think. Maybe. I’m still talking myself into it, I also need to wait for my insurance.
I... just don’t like how I feel right now. I don’t like the fact that I... sigh... feel how I do about...