
Dusting this thing off again. Partially because I'm tired of posting to sixteen different Discords when something is awful in my life, I can't post to Facebook anymore without someone barging in giving me advice about where to find psychiatric help (I'm getting psychiatric help, thanks), if I post to Tumblr I'll never be able to find the entry again...
All that jazz.
I doubt anyone I used to know is still even using DW, so it's likely no one I know will see this. If I don't know you, hi, I'm depressed, and this blog will be vagueposting about how awful shit in my life currently is, because I need somewhere to vent and I don't just want to do it into a word document but I also don't want to do it where everyone's going to worry. A paradox, isn't it? To be seen and unseen.
It's possible Thee Algorythm has linked this account to my real life enough that someone will find it, but who even knows anymore. I certainly don't. If you're a potential employer, why the hell are you digging into my life like this? If you're a potential employer, know that if I had my way I wouldn't work for money ever again, I'd go volunteer to do weird shit or maybe do nothing, I don't know.
This is mostly... rambling. ranting. procrastinating on German homework. do I even want to move to Germany after all? I love my Moonshadow a great deal, but he is married, there's no way of getting that legal status, and he's my only *close* friend in the country (there's some acquaintances I have on Tumblr but they're distant). And what would I do? What job would I even get? I'm a useless washout. I have two college degrees and both have proven worthless.
The problem is I don't know what I want to do. Or what I could stand to do, I suppose. Both. Yeah, both.
First heavy treatment for depression (TMS) didn't work. Can't do the second heavy treatment because my BP is too high. I should exercise more but I hate going to the gym and exercise takes so much time. I want to move out of my parents house but where would I even go. Everyone I know has gotten married or otherwise moved on, nobody wants a 40 y o single weirdo as a roommate.