Hey,I'm just updating this to assure everyone that I'm not dead. At least not literally. Oh how edgy
It's been a rough week for me. I'm not feeling nearly as bad as I was last Saturday or Sunday, but I'm still feeling really bad. For a few days I was even feeling emotionless, which was really difficult to work with. I'm so used to being easygoing and optimistic and sentimental, but now I just feel...empty. That's the best way to describe it. I wish I could try to write something, but with how I'm feeling, I just can't see that happening anytime soon.
I may or may not have situational depression. I absolutely hate having to say it because everyone will automatically jump to the conclusion that I'm begging for attention. Which is strange because I've been socially isolated myself from people in real life as much as possible. I know I may be depressed because if I was just sad or upset, I would be feeling all right by now. But that's not the case. I've been lacking motivation to do anything, which isn't making me feel better. What can I even do,though?
I might not update this story until I'm feeling motivated enough to do so,just to give a warning. If I just disappear for a while, I'm not dead.
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Story Of My Insignificant Life: Part Two
De TodoThis is just a continuation of what my other diary story was. Nothing necessarily new, for the time being. Just expect plenty of randomness and moodiness and cringe here.
