After getting "jumped" by depression in public several hours ago and having to suppress my emotions, I feel just… numb. I'm not happy; I'm not sad; I'm not angry. I don't have any desire to continue onward, and I don't have to drive to do anything, even the things I like. (Although, to be honest, there isn't a lot to begin with.)
Occasionally, a sliver of sadness and disgust breaks through. It's mostly when I just reflect on my relationships thus far.
I'm still in touch with my remaining IRL friends, but I've made some meaningful connections (or, at least, I think I did) through this forum. It sucks and it eats at me that I've found people who can understand me but they'll be gone at some point. I rapidly oscillate between caring too much about them and not caring at all, but I don't even know if my version caring is even caring. What if I think I'm caring but I'm not caring at all? I want to care about them because clearly they mean something to me, but sometimes, I just don't… care.
I'm just defective. From the moment I was born to now, I'm simply too faulty. I don't know what's wrong with me.
Dying is the only option for me. Disposing of a broken product.