I am going to look at an apartment at 3. I don’t like where I live now. It’s ugly. And it’s too expensive. I am going to try to find a cool apartment. I am pretty much giving up on Greg. I will continue to talk to him, but I don’t think it’s going anywhere. He doesn’t even act like he’s interested in me anymore. He doesn’t bother to even text me. I know he’s sick, blah, blah, blah, but does that excuse him from everything? Does that mean he can’t ever text me or ask me anything about me? Never how was my day or what are you doing or even fucking a good morning or good night. I always have to text him first and I do all the giving. I have bought him so much stuff and he hasn’t done anything but buy me a few beers and a couple of fast food meals. I’m sad about it. I am not very interesting or fun, though.
Just Keep Swimming
I am a 48 year old adult child of an alcoholic. My childhood could have been a Lifetime movie. I am dealing with PTSD, anxiety, and severe depression as a result. I am working on gaining an understanding as to what this means and learning how to be okay with myself. Some days, just killing myself and being done with it seems like the most sensible option. On those days, I keep telling myself, "just keep breathing in and out, that's enough for today."