I don’t know if it’s anxiety or depression or boredom, or the three afore mentionned. It gets better round the evening, but fuck, I want to be fine during the day too!
One day at home with the impossibility of going out (today’s a bank holiday so no buses and parents doing work in the house so no drive) and I’m like lifeless. And my dreams…they are disturbing. I love men (?), I hug my female physiotherapist. And I’m pissed cos I feel like I have no control over my mood. Like God decides how I’m gonna feel today or the next day. Fuck.