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I did well, for a while, while
on Prozac, but I'm headachey and drowsy all the time, and concentration
reduces to nil, and I already have very limited access to my mental
faculties do to my mind being wracked with depression and OCD. Now that
I'm off it, being around people is getting harder and harder. I really
don't want to deal with people at all. Even going to a gas station is
hell, because of the human interaction and the anxiety, and I'll be
depressed for the rest of the day afterwards. Dating and having friends
is off the table, of course, and I'd rather just move into the mountains
and never see a soul again. Especially not any family members. Seeing
my extended family makes me extremely anxious and depressed and almost
bedridden, and takes weeks to get over. I'm already a recluse, but it's
not enough. I need total, absolute seclusion in order to be sane and
happy.
I fantasize about floating in a ditch somewhere, bloated
and stinking up the countryside. I wish I had a dank, tepid ditch I
could lay in, with muddy sewer water. It feels like my soul would belong
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