No email, as usual. For some odd reason everyone who knows me and everyone who knows of me chooses not to email me, all the time, 24/7, despite possibly thinking about me from now and then. No one talks to me.
This is, of course, hyperbole. Some people to send me messages. I think these people are fine. But the rest who do not, well, in total there aren’t enough people to talk to. I don’t have a real life.
Trying out some more hemp oil. It’s very subtle. Probably means it doesn’t do anything. Most of my psychiatric medication is subtle. Uh-oh!
Tired. Almost fell asleep but burst of energy to get back up. Typing is starting to be difficult again. I don’t know what to do.
I messaged my therapist.