I believe I get angry not upon sharing, but when my feelings aren’t kept in mind, such as when people lie or cheat on me. But in the moments where I do get to share with somebody I usually feel a sense of safety, unless I’m becoming distrusting of the person then I might get angry that I attatched myself to the wrong person yet again. I’m not angry at women in general.

I missed work today because I just couldn’t force myself to go help people today when I don’t believe I can even help myself, or be helped. I’m sure I’ve said that before but it feels true, I don’t think anyone can help me feel like my life matters for anything. I feel purposeless a lot and try to just ride it out and go one day at a time, but during hard times I’ve got no one, or no purpose to motivate me to want to keep taking care of myself and keep doing work. I feel hopeless