Just kidding, love. If you don't want me here, I won't intrude.
But still:
In my depressive stage I isolate myself completely, or at least from some people. The worse it gets, the more people I isolate myself from and the more intense it is. I tend to be impulsive and easily angered at this time, too. Sleeping and eating both diminish significantly.
Nail. Head.
Welcome to my world of the past fifteen years. Sorry to see you here. *hugs*
You're not intruding. You're very welcome to read this journal, but I hope you're not offended or upset by the fact that I'm not going to add you here. I don't know you well enough and it is not in my nature to be so open with my True Self, which is what this journal reflects.
That's ok. I've been here for about the last fifteen years, too. I've always had escapism issues, but it isn't until recently that I've realized how bad it really is: Bad. The thing is that I don't think it's ever been as bad as it has been in the past six months. It makes me nervous sometimes. Sometimes, I think I couldn't live without it. I feel smothered by the entire world, even the parts or people that I'm supposed to love, sometimes especially by them. And. I've just got! to! get! away!! Or I might suffocate.
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Just kidding, love. If you don't want me here, I won't intrude.
But still:
In my depressive stage I isolate myself completely, or at least from some people. The worse it gets, the more people I isolate myself from and the more intense it is. I tend to be impulsive and easily angered at this time, too. Sleeping and eating both diminish significantly.
Nail.
Head.
Welcome to my world of the past fifteen years. Sorry to see you here. *hugs*
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That's ok. I've been here for about the last fifteen years, too. I've always had escapism issues, but it isn't until recently that I've realized how bad it really is: Bad. The thing is that I don't think it's ever been as bad as it has been in the past six months. It makes me nervous sometimes. Sometimes, I think I couldn't live without it. I feel smothered by the entire world, even the parts or people that I'm supposed to love, sometimes especially by them. And. I've just got! to! get! away!! Or I might suffocate.
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