deleted my matrix account and lemmygrad account on a fit of breakdown, it is hard carrying yourself forward every single second, and every 100 seconds I start tearing up. I go to uni, attend 2 hour classes everyday, eat, buy food for the night, come back. I sometimes game, its CS2, which means its a comfort game, which I've been playing since 2017, but I don't have fun, because again, I'm all by myself. It is sometimes fun hearing the voice chat in casual and people are shitposting, or when a person does something funny in game while trying to clutch. Wish I was a part of that though, something more than just my own individual presence. I think I'm going back to 2019 again, where I was confused and alone, trying to deal with shit I did in childhood and adolescence that I couldn't bring myself to forgive. It's like Marx said, first as tragedy, then as a farce. I struggle going to social events, I think everyone I've managed to hold up a conversation to now hates me. the queer club is pretty apolitical, which sucks. Dm'ing people and then moving on to hanging out irl is what suits best for me, I've tried doing that with that club, but sadly resulted in no replies or ultimately me getting ghosted. I wish there was an ounce of spark I could see in others irl, who want to talk to me. I refuse therapy and medicines, I can't deal with support anymore that relies on the very superstructure that is directly affecting my material reality. My partners are separated between two countries in the imperial core, and it is really hard dealing with the individual loneliness/suicidality, and the collective part of getting depressed about the shit that goes on everywhere.
take care of yourself though, you're doing a great job, and I'm proud of you. I believe in you. Sending love <3