can't really tell what flavor of disaster I'm being, tbh.
Maybe I'm being kind of shitty even imagining this is still possible--they have a whole robust internal life outside of me, after all. Time has been changing them like it has been changing me. Maybe they have lost interest and I am just being self-centered.
or maybe I am torturing myself for no reason, monkishly holding myself back from something that could be good.
deeply fucking unclear. fucking ugh 🙃
gonna listen to loud music about it.
if only i could trust myself about anything, ever, instead of endlessly scrutinizing myself 😅 🙃
...wonder when my next meeting is with my psychiatrist 🤔 😂 fuck this rumination bullshit ugh.
it's too far out; gonna have to reschedule.
thinking also about how my therapist was gently encouraging me to explore platonic kink lmfao 🤣 maybe they were onto something 🤔 maybe I AM emotionally mature to keep those lines from crossing (I am not lmfaoooo)
I hate that my brain is a fucking asshole 😂 I have to hold too many fucking things in my awful noisy head and I would just. yeah. would be nice to get some space from that 😂