Vent
By buying myself a cute little iriver, I've effectively been locked in the house for a week until my next paycheck. Instead of finding an escape at the bar, I'll focus myself with music. But my urge to drink is very strong right now. I want to forget my stressful days and lonely, anxiety-filled evenings. I want to convince myself that I am not going through a quarter-life crisis and that I am as laid-back and content that people tell me I am.
I don't feel at the "depressed" point yet. I'm still caught in the whirlpool of apathy, insecurity, and anxiety. I try talking to W about it, but he's involved in his own things right now, and I'm not getting things out right anyway. All that comes out of my mouth is whining and pity.
I do need to make a change, even a small one will do, to get me out of this feeling.
I don't feel at the "depressed" point yet. I'm still caught in the whirlpool of apathy, insecurity, and anxiety. I try talking to W about it, but he's involved in his own things right now, and I'm not getting things out right anyway. All that comes out of my mouth is whining and pity.
I do need to make a change, even a small one will do, to get me out of this feeling.