The uncertainty is killing me. Why do I feel like something really bad is going to happen? I wish it would just get over. I wish I could escape. I’ve been feeling this odd feeling from many days now. I can’t describe it. I want to make rash decisions. I want to do something that I know I don’t want to do. Or at least I think I don’t want to do. At least I believe that I don’t want to do. I’m not sure anymore. I feel really bad, really selfish but I still feel like doing it. Am I inherently a bad person? But I know I won’t do it, I’m not that crazy and I’m not that brave. I thought I couldn’t be impacted so easily by other people, I thought I had stocked up some self esteem but no. All my assumptions were wrong, I feel conflicted and betrayed by my own being. Why am I like this? Why do I do stuff like this? Maybe I’m dramatising it but I’m not sure about anything anymore.
Anyways, I guess today has been weird. I’ll probably not eat dinner but I’ll do some homework. I’ll maybe draw something. Do I think I’m depressed? Probably or probably not. I have the symptoms but I won’t self diagnose. But isn’t that bad, so probably I’m not. I shouldn’t think like that. I feel sort of numb all over again. It’s going to be okay though because it’s familiar and nothing too weird. If it gets worse I might seek help this time. Maybe it’s just the morbs, you know. But no, I don’t feel that it’s the morbs. Maybe I need a break from everything. Even breathing, okay no that wasn’t funny but yeah okay. Cya