You know, I hate that I'm such an indecisive person, but if I weren't I probably would have killed myself a long time ago.
So I got that going for me, which is nice. I guess.
That being said, if I weren't so indecisive, I might not be so anxious and depressed all the time. It's hard to say which stems from which.
I'm sitting here in my parents' bathroom, because I stopped in here before leaving their house and I can't stop crying long enough to leave, and my parents are both on edge now and it just reinforces my belief that I have to control my emotions or else they'll fuck other people up. Which might be true, but it isn't healthy.
I was supposed to have a nice afternoon of socializing but I can't even get to my goddamn car.