I don’t feel totally alive anymore. I don’t mean just dissociated or detached, I mean I might end up spending another night at my mom’s just so I don’t have to do so much more unpacking, making my bed again, (I haven’t even plugged the modem back in yet, been using data all day while just kinda aitting on the floor in between folding socks and screwing outlet plates back on), making this place livable/sleepable in again, and more walking and driving than I have to.

Even in a depression I have more energy and motivation than this.