It’s easy when you’re depressed or upset to think no one cares about you. So easy. Hilariously easy. But making a big ol’ public, self-loathing filled cry for help, like I did yesterday has very quickly changed my mind on the matter. People do care about me. No one was as surprised as me.
And here we go again.
I base this entirely on the fact that in the last couple of months I’ve started commenting on articles and stuff shared on the one sub-Reddit I frequent, like, in a way that suggests I think my opinions might actually matter or have value.