I don’t feel very good. Not so hot, as they say.
Sure, there are a few normal bits, a bit of a headache, a bit tired, and some of it’s probably to do with my irregular sleeping these last few days, perhaps a bit of dehydration, perhaps even related to my grandfather’s injury (though I doubt that; I don’t seem to actually feel much about anyone getting injured, sick, or dying)…
And I suppose that the bigger chunks of my bad feeling are all pretty normal for me by now, too; the thoughts of suicide I so naturally cast aside as pointless, the crushing, drowning waves of depression and occasionally anxiety, the feelings of aloneness and separation with regards to romantic relationships and my seemingly insurmountable failures therein, along with the feelings of oppression and suppression that having my family around (my grandfather & my sister and her family mostly, but dad and Heath and Angela sometimes too) seems to generate…