Stupid group therapy for my kratom, others use other substances. Listening to other blokes just check in about their drug problems. Stupid stupid stupid waste of time. One of the facilitators keeps smiling whenever something happens though, smiles a lot. Funny guy. There are a few facilitators. I could be… no I would waste my time anyway. But I don’t want to waste my time like this. It’s really annoying listening to people bitch about their drugs/alcohol/whatever. Ugh. I don’t know if this is the best way to go about it, just making you feel bad about it moralistically.
I took another nap today.
SOPs are starting to get stupid. Like, not even relevant to me. Bureaucratic stuff.
Sigh. Last evening was good. I was pretty calm/chill. It was surprising.
What do I have to say? What do I ever have to say?
I am not feeling as negative as I usually do. It’s also surprising. I think life is improving.
I like writing, though. I wish I had more ideas. Of what to say, that is. Hmm.
Fiction? Prompts? No no I couldn’t possibly. That’s too hard.
I just gave out and quit on life at some point. I decided no more hardship or difficult things. Which is stupid, in a sense, because I can’t achieve anything great as a result. Hardship is natural. I have to champion myself against it to meet it, or I won’t achieve anything I want to in life. But it’s hard!
Distracted by the group therapy. I’m on mute and my mic is off but they talk.
Ugh. It’s hard to think of what to say. I’ll just give up for now. Irony.