I think I may be slipping into the previous version of myself where I was 100% constantly thinking about misery and nothing else.
Like, I want to be more sad. I wanna go back to six years ago where we were all stuck inside and depressed, because at least I was feeling something instead of just numbness.
Legitimately, I’ve been rereading Heat Waves over and over again simply because of the relatability of how Dream is written in it (I don’t support the creators featured in the fanfic).
Obsessive desperation, misery, tragedy, shame. I miss when that was me. I miss when that was more than just a fanfiction about YouTubers to me. I miss when I enjoyed things.
I miss depression. Y’know?