I can't help but be really disappointed with today. On any day I have off from work, the question is always "Now what?" and I come up answerless, look around, feel that the world is apathetic, and just feel discouraged. It takes everything I have to not self-medicate somehow.
(portion deleted) Summary of deleted portion: I feel whenever I want to go out and do something fun, I find that the world is designed in such a way that it would actually prefer me to stay inside and continue being isolated, lonely, sedentary, and frustrated.
I've been experimenting in writing down, on a real physical notepad with a real pen, my thoughts and feelings. It serves the same function as making these sad posts, getting my thoughts out of my head so I can actually sleep. Unlike these posts though, with the assurance that noone will ever know what I'm writing, I'm feel to actually let loose and write... like the actual manbaby shitchild I am. I put some mental effort into making these posts cogent, proofread, and edited into a readable style, with that requirement gone, the journal just becomes a raw stream of consciousness, the simplistic and childlike motivations in my gut splayed out onto paper.
Though I know that that kind of wallowing is exactly what keeps me in the rut I'm in right now, that kind of narcissism is what perpetuates the very 'problems' I'm always purportedly 'struggling' with, when in reality if I could set myself aside and just push that shit out of my head, I'm certain I'd be cured in no time at all, and then I could join the world of normal people like I've always wanted my entire life.
Time to go to bed, and fight with myself every single inch of the way to dreamland. I just want one day that I can go to bed feeling satisfied, like the day wasn't wasted, and I don't need to feel so disappointed and anxious, and then be forced to take my sleeping medications and trust the drugs to smother me to sleep. Goodnight.