going through the motions, day after day. just existing. wake up, work, eat, sleep. i can’t shut my brain off to relax. it starts panicking about work, and then the intrusive thoughts start. how since i’m by myself, i don’t deserve to have a life. i have no motivation to do anything other than work. i complain about working on the weekends, but what is the point of complaining. i barely leave my house, and have no life outside of work. my friends try to include me, but i’m just a burden. they have their own lives, their own families. i’m just…there.
Monday, May 23, 2022
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