it's not you, it's me.
While work/film stuff is going completely great, I think the move has finally gotten to me, 5/6 months later. I wish I could say I was happy, but I'm not. This is probably, in fact, the most actually depressed I've been in a long time. I could go through a list of reasons why, but they just feel like lame excuses and I don't know how to articulate it if you asked me. I feel insanely, utterly disconnected from the people I care about and I can't seem to get out of that. I don't know what's wrong with me. I just don't feel like I can relate to anyone anymore and the people I used to relate to have moved on. I don't have anyone I can just vent to anymore who won't roll their eyes at me, or run off and tell someone else. I feel left out and I don't know how to talk about it and I can't afford a therapist so I'm just going to sit here and hope my cat would stop fucking meowing at me from under the door.