250-300 millikafkas
Aaaand... that would be a mood crash.
It was coming. I spent most of today stress-eating, running away from opportunities for social contact, sleeping, and trying to stuff down emotions better suited to another stage of my life.
Everything else just piles up and falls apart under the sense of futility and inadequacy. I feel like it's my moral obligation to go hide until Things Are OK & I'm OK, but every time I think there's progress it's an illusion.
I'm so bored & tired.