Depression is a bitch
I didn't drive last night. I had every intention to but I hit a hick-up when verifying who I am through self portrait and then it was all downhill from there.
I don't look like me apparently; and I don't think it helped that I flipped the bird when having to take the photo for the 10th time. I called. No help there. I had to kill time while they figured out things on their end.
I called a few people. It's 11:30pm at this point so I didn't expect much to be going on with majority of them. Then I call someone who was actually doing something. They told me that I couldn't hang where he was until he had a discussion with some people that weren't even there! I know it was an excuse.. I ended up driving to my favorite diner to sulk over a BLT.
My only depression trigger is not feeling wanted and that above was enough for it to trigger. The driving thing was figured out soon after arriving at the diner, but I couldn't bring myself to drive. That person never called me back. I ended up texting him this morning, "That shit last night made me feel like garbage. If you're over there just don't answer your phone when I call. I don't want to be where I'm not welcome and I'm obviously not." Maybe it wasn't the right move; I'm done feeling this way. Any twats who don't want me around are exactly that.