Losing out on that job did more to me than I’d like to admit. I think I was genuinely excited to be going back and living in Boston. Coupled with more disappointment on the PhD front, this week has felt like a thousand years. At least I’ve been getting good sleep. But that’s only because my body really doesn’t want to get up. 8+ hours to feel dead. I think that’s why us depressed people love sleeping. We don’t have to be ourselves for that time. I always say this, but you never remember the exact feeling of that last low. You try to compare it to the current low. You know you had a low, but you can’t remember the exact feeling of it. Just a vague familiarity. I guess I’d be lying saying I don’t have anything to look forward to. Tomorrow’s the new episode of Dandadan. But they only have 2 episodes left in the season. So what after that?
Been a solid second since I gave a music recommendation. Don’t know if I already did this one, but not like it matters.