I want to go out, I want to talk to people, I want to hear other people's voices and listen to them laugh. I want a friendly hug, or a sly grin when there's an inside joke floating around.
I miss having friends and being social. And the more I think about it, the angrier I get, thinking about all the people I've trusted and gotten close to who've just screwed me over and let me down. Depress-a-thon. Pity party.
But then I suddenly remember I DO have friends. But then I just feel guilty for not thinking of them and appreciating them for what they have done for me. So many obscure faces in the woodwork that have shown me support and care and love in the last few months and in so many places where I never expected to find it.
It's just that, you know, they all live anywhere from 3-30 hours+ away.
So this is still a vent. **** it. :wall: