October 1, 2021 (-) / 8:33 p.m. / Today I felt depressed. When I got home, my mother kept prodding me — wanting to know why I wasn’t talking. Sometimes I want to look at her and say, I don’t know, Mama. I just feel like shit sometimes. And sometimes I just don’t want to talk.
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She’s also an extrovert, and I’m an introvert. She naturally demands energy and stimulation from others, and I simply cannot offer it. In truth, I have more in common with her sister, in that I gain energy by alone. Again, I don’t know why I’m like this. I just am. And my mother, she wants an answer — one I can’t provide.
Anyway, I’ve been working on poetry here lately. Let’s see how it goes.
A #MH log, where I document my experiences. May this blog be a tool for research. + (good days); - (bad days); [] (a mix, with one being more than the other).
