God I had a relapse.
I'm going to say this right now that I have SOME awesome friends who are going to disagree with everything I'm about to write but I can't help but feel this way.
All day I was fine, I finally got out of the house and I enjoyed the fresh air and sun on my skin and I was really, truly happy.
Then I got home and I found myself slightly calmer, but still fine.
Then all of a sudden I crashed hard and burned and I couldn't stop the tears. Something has been bothering me all week and it along with everything else that was bothering me just made me break down. I usually deal with my feelings by talking but since I pretty much said fuck everything no one needs to know my business I just swallowed it inside me and it festered. It festered and exploded.
Now I feel like shit about myself. I feel like everything I do I'm shitty at. Nothing is going my way at all. I'm not going to get that extra money I was hoping for from the temp agency because they apparently would rather shut the office down on a Friday rather than have a temp work.
And roleplaying. Oh God, roleplaying. The sweet elixir of my happiness and also the bane of my existence. I have two really good ones but it's been slowing down because my partner is busy. Understandable, this is what back ups are for.
Well the back ups need back ups. And I'm trying my best to find people that I'm compatible with that are creative and would like some plot involved as well. It's HARD. It's HARD to actually like someones character from the very start, and so I started to search. I didn't get a response back from one person, probably because he didn't like my shitty idea. Well...he was the only one I responded to...I couldn't find anyone else. Then someone from LAST MONTH still bothers me every time I see his username because he made me feel like the biggest piece of shit(unintentionally) and the most boring, bland shitty writer EVER, all because of ONE thing I said that had absolutely nothing to do with the roleplay I wanted to start. Maybe it just really bothered me because I spent a good fucking thirty minutes on that private message to initiate a roleplay...
Rejection sucks. I just really need something to take me away from my reality, just a couple hours a day at the very least. Writing by myself just makes me sad because I'm too mentally burnt out to write something without a creative muse, in this case my partner.
Ugh I probably sound like a whiny cry baby right now. I HATE feeling this way, I really do. But goddamn it, this is what happens when I find out that my own friends like to talk bad about me even when I don't live anywhere near them...