self-pity/honesty, 150-250 milliKafkas
Tried going to cafe. Ended up wanting to just see everybody I came across just *die* in a wave of concentrated misanthropy. (Kicked off perhaps by the ultra-nosy guy who wanted to be Bus Stop Friends a little too badly.) Decided I had better steer myself home. Wasted entire day sleeping.
Endured a tidal wave, self-conjured, of bad thoughts about how much things have deteriorated with my old friends-- both between me and them, and them and others.
self-pity/honesty, 150-250 milliKafkas
I miss so many fucking people. I don't even know what to do to fix any of it. I just want to jump into a storage tube and come out when things are better. Or do nothing but snack and watch TV until (a) humanity gets its shit together (b) I'm not terrified of my own friends (c) the apocalypse starts.
I'll be okay. This is just a mood and I just needed to dump it somewhere. But it's been a bit too long since the opposite moods have been available. :|