How did people deal with paranoia and self-loathing before the Internet? Like, if you wrote a letter to someone or called them and they didn’t respond right away, that was just expected. But if someone doesn’t respond to me on the internet right way, I get paranoid that they hate me. This isn’t aimed at anyone in particular and I should probably stop being so paranoid.
I ran out my pills last Monday but I will be picking up my prescription tomorrow morning. Spending this week without anti-depressants has been an experience. I went through my first drug withdrawal, almost cried at the simplest things, and generally just felt terrible. I’ve felt like a weak Atlas carrying the world on my shoulders. Everything feels heavier , I’ve had less patience,...
spent most of tonight talking about bronies on a google hangout I honestly want to do a psychological study.
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