5/22/26 3:30 AM
...and then I fell hard.
We finally got the loveseat upstairs in my office, I went to that amazing cafe,, and despite all the accomplishments today, now all I feel is nothing. The monotony of routine drives me away into my own mind, but in my own mind is an empty void. A bottomless pit that swallows all my triumph. Will moving on from you make me happy? Is that not what I'm trying and failing to do, with all these people that won't get back to me? Who smile and vanish?
I'm so upset. I can't be myself while I'm so desperate to be seen, understood, and known. I need to go to that place more often. I need to be present in a way so many people online can never be for me. I'm angry. I want more. I want so, so much more. We got this couch upstairs and it took so much incredible effort and now I lay on it languishing. A real, tangible model for my mental state. Maybe I am borderline? Why am I so... sad?
Why?