I feel like I’m missing the ability to form human connections.
I’ve been floating in this haze of the present for too long without doing anything useful, so I’m giving it one last shot. One final push before calling it quits. One final try to get back on my feet before I say fuck it and give up. Either way, I won’t be coming back here. Either because I succeeded, or because I failed, it’s irrelevant and will be irrelevant to everyone here by next week. It has nothing to do with the people here; I love you guys. That just brings me back to that opening sentence, though. It’s a problem with me that I can’t shake. I’ve lived my entire life with barely any human connection to speak of, and now I feel like it’s beyond my understanding.
So I have options. Either I progress, or I regress.
That’s really all there is to it.
If I do come back at all, it’ll be in a very limited capacity – I’ll be busy elsewhere.