I....

I don't even know how to feel about anything anymore.

I just...I'm so confused on so many things, it's...ugh.

I don't know how to explain it, either.

My social anxiety is through the roof despite my new meds, everything is falling apart when it comes to college, I figure out that someone I love is a walking trigger for my panic attacks (this revelation was a couple months ago, though, so not that new), and all I can do is be more anxious about it.

I'm so emotional.  I cry at tons of things I shouldn't and people think either I'm trying to get attention or I'm just a freaking baby.  Or maybe they don't think anything and don't care one way or another.  Stupid cognitive distortion.....

All I do is play video games, eat, sleep, and occasionally go to classes.  I don't socialize basically at all.

I don't even know why I'm writing this.  Boredom?  Seeking comfort?  Memoir?  Frick if I know.

Memoir is the right word hopefully....

Anyway...yeah, life is terrible in a lot of ways and the ways I seek comfort away from it are dwindling as I overindulge in them and get tired of them, though thankfully a couple of ways don't seem to be dwindling....