
I've been in a sort of daze these past few weeks where everything seems stagnant and there's no excitement in anything I do, and there's nothing that can entice me enough to produce some sparks of hope or motivation.
I feel I'm more vulnerable somehow, like an open wound, sensitive to any foreign object. I let things and people get to me more, like how people tell me I'm fat or 'healthy' -which they think is kinder- .
And right now it's raining outside, I'm alone in the apartment, it's dark. Things are not looking up.
Sigh.
Ugh. I hate feeling like this.
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