if the comments are anything to go by, this post hasn’t quite manifested loving friends who find enrichment in our presence in their lives but rather remind us of loneliness D:

One of my “friends” explicitly told me that they hated talking to me, and yet they kept doing it until I mangled the relationship. Or maybe it magled itself or was always.

You don’t know me.

I learned the hard way that this very much wasn’t true.

I got prescribed SSRIs recently, because after decades of declining them I’m finally ready to try (sertraline or zoloft). I’m waiting for them to come in the mail and its taking entirely too long.

Supposed to handle all the big stuff, depression, anxiety, and ptsd, so no matter what my damage is they could help. It would be great to feel that way.

Eta: I asked for them specifically because there’s a link in a fairly small correlational study between some very limited hypertensive patients and lower blood pressure, and I sure feel like if anyone is likely to experience a stress/anxiety related blood pressure drop, it’s probably my tightly strung, toxicly independent, ass. So lets go.

Prove it.

Add onto that I have no fiends irl, only texting / messaging friends so their lack of presence is felt deeply and you’ve got me pegged.

Lies

my friends don’t hate me, my friends tolerate me whilst keeping me around because I keep them around. It’s a mutual thing.

Also I’m not depressed, I just prefer my own company

If you truly wish it, I will hate you.

Are you sure? Like your second thesis is correct but the first one?

Golly, how I wish tis was true.
But one look at my responses demonstrates otherwise😔