I donโt know if Iโm in a bad mood or not. I feel shitty. Mopey. But not depressed. The super fucking confusing to me. And upsetting. But itโs manageable. But itโs annoying and I donโt like it. But it isnโt paralyzing me. Why is existing still something I have to feel guilty about? Iโm confused. This period of my life is just uncertainty. Now that the other chaos has subsided, the uncertainty Iโve always been plagued with can be front and fucking center. Itโs fine. Iโm just off and blah and yucky. I canโt focus, either. Which doesnโt fucking help. But anyway.
*… ๐ ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐ฉ ๐๐ค ๐๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ ๐ข๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐จ + ๐ ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐ฉ ๐๐ซ๐๐ฃ ๐ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฌ ๐๐ ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ค …*
I totally get this. It’s almost as if you’re not depressed enough to be depressed. Dysthymia, perhaps? Anyway, wishing you the best regardless.
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Definitely. Like I donโt wanna call this depression bc it doesnโt do justice good how absolutely incomprehensibly terrible Iโve felt in the past. But this still sucks lol.
Thanks my friend!! ๐
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