I really hate my life right now. I feel like so many of the people that came out of nowhere to help me through my crisis have faded back into the woodwork. I'm not better yet, and now I don't even have a job to instill order and ensure some degree of social interaction. Where did all my friends go? Why do I feel so fucking needy again? If no one is looking for me, and no one is missing me, why am I fighting so hard to not just disappear?
At least while I was in the hospital people would talk to me.