i’m pretty sure, have been since the last few days, that i’m depressed.
i just want everyone to leave me alone, just want to be alone. it’s all far too much right now, too far gone. i’m dreaming of leaving. i can’t really deal with anyone. even when brenton comes home and asks me how i am, with some kind of expectation, upward inflection
carefully inattentive, nothing really mattress.
and work, demanding i do new things in new places with new people. why right now? why now? i can’t handle it and hid most of today, mind running away
tiny room resounding with impossibly loud echoings, what am i doing
every tendon and muscle, slack. every eye blank.