I feel peripheral. As though there’s a world I was part of that I’m not anymore. I don’t know what to say to people I used to talk to all the time. Like anything I have to say about my life isn’t anything I feel like saying. I have things to write about, but they’re incomplete… peripheral. And I just don’t have the energy to do it after work, and there’s too much else to do on the weekends. Always so tired, and trying not to act it. Seems to work sometimes.
I just feel peripheral.