And the internet whispers, No one cares, Crystal.
Hello, people. The morning is sunny and shit, but it’s probably short-lived. We’re expecting thunderstorms later today, probably in the late afternoon. Mom put a load of laundry in to wash. I think she’s way more optimistic about the weather than she should be. We remain firmly lodged in Satan’s armpit until that time, however. In fact, once the rain gets here, shit might feel even worse. That’s just the way it goes.
We went grocery shopping yesterday. It seemed like Walmart was more crowded than usual, but not in any specific way. I don’t think there were more people there, only that I could feel the crush of society a little more strongly. I don’t like it at all. Between Covid locking stuff down for almost two years, and one year of living solo, I’ve pretty much decided I don’t fucking like people.
Why am I looking at Fitbits on Amazon? I have no need for one. I haven’t done a workout in almost a year. We don’t talk about it. Every time I think about how I quit the workouts, I get upset. But depression says TREAT YOSELF and wants to buy something I’ll regret.
We’re supposed to go to the Compound for dinner today. Neither Brian nor Mom particularly want to go. At the same time, neither of them will say no to the weekly invite.
I think I’m going to start working on an escape plan soon. I don’t think I can handle this much longer.
