Spent.
I'm at zero. I have no more social energy left. None. I don't have a lot to start with, but I've been really fucking good this summer and hardly yelled at anyone who didn't deserve it--and hell, probably not that often at those who did.
What happened to the months of reclusive behavior where I'd not see or deal with anyone outside of my usual day-to-day? Every weekend without plans feels absolutely fucking precious right now.
Even people I like are pissing me off just by being fucking likable. How dare they be nice!? Grr!!
Work takes social energy. Socializing--duh--takes social energy. Dealing with Phantom being sick takes emotional energy which pulls from the same shallow well.
I've got nothing left to spend.
I need to stop trying to do so anyway. It's not fair. To anyone.
I've been having a great time, really; it's been a nice summer.
I just can't keep running on fumes.
What happened to the months of reclusive behavior where I'd not see or deal with anyone outside of my usual day-to-day? Every weekend without plans feels absolutely fucking precious right now.
Even people I like are pissing me off just by being fucking likable. How dare they be nice!? Grr!!
Work takes social energy. Socializing--duh--takes social energy. Dealing with Phantom being sick takes emotional energy which pulls from the same shallow well.
I've got nothing left to spend.
I need to stop trying to do so anyway. It's not fair. To anyone.
I've been having a great time, really; it's been a nice summer.
I just can't keep running on fumes.