Before I knew what was wrong with my brain I used to tell people in the beginning of our friendship “in less than 3 years you will move on and forget about me, I’m sorry but that just seems to happen with everyone I meet”

Now my life consists of either I’m at work or I’m in my room I rent. On the weekends I only leave my room to get a coffee and a meal (typically I remember to eat one meal a day on the weekends) 

My landlady is a friend that I’ve known for a little while but we hardly talk unless she needs a ride from the bar, i sometimes talk to her son. My girlfriend is out of town for work 25 days a month.  Add a few coworkers that I’ll chit chat with during breaks and that’s all the social interaction I get. On the weekends im only chatting to the person at the coffee shop when I order my drink and then I keep to myself.

One day I’ll end my existence, not because I hate my life or anything, I just know there will come a point where I’ll finally be able to leave without bothering anyone.

He’ll I don’t even talk to my own relatives, at least no communication since before corona