Frustrated. I hate how I can’t forget things I want to forget. Also, a bit depressed. I’m convinced that even once my mom finds help for me that I still will have trouble getting any kind of job — part time or full time and won’t be able to live on my own and be able to handle responsibilities or live normally. The longer this pandemic goes on, the more I dwell on stuff that has been hurting me for awhile like interactions with my personal (offline friends). Like I wasn’t initially upset about one of my friends not siding with me when his cousin was an absolute clueless jerk during one extremely hard time of my life (my favorite aunt - was murdered). But now, it has been starting to bug me and something else he did. I seriously hate how I can’t let things go; taking about it to my counselor does not help a lot. I wish there was a way to fully treat anxiety and reduce it to normal levels as well as the other stuff wrong with me. If my dad didn’t go ballistic whenever i showed symptoms and didn’t lash out or blame me or my mom when he experiences anxiety (he doesn’t get it treated since he believes he doesn’t have it and that it is my fault and my mom’s), maybe I’d like myself more, and if only my friends understood as well.
last night i thought about my best guy friend and am really upset about the moving since I don’t want to move before he returns to the country. He is from a country that is in really bad shape, though now he is in Europe with some relatives. he got caught working without having a green card (the company he worked for didn’t get in trouble though ) and now with or without the pandemic, idk if i will ever see him again. so again, I am beginning to dread every day; not even excited for my own birthday. thank goodness for the tournament which has been distracting me for the most part from most of this crap.