Not the best. Have some kind of recurring fungal infection that I’ve just been slapping with OTC cream, but it keeps popping back up in random places. Had two yeast infections this month. I don’t think I’m particularly unhygienic so I don’t know what’s going on, but I’ve racked up enough medical bills and my savings are gone due to moving expenses.

Speaking of moving… no progress. My friend who owns a van forgot they were going to help me on my day off 🙁 I think I’m getting depressed being stuck in my current place surrounded by boxes.

I’m also lonely. I lied and told my long-distance friends that I’m taking a screen break to focus on moving, but actually I needed time away from them. I have moral scrupulosity OCD and they know it but keep doing things that aggravate it, like reading these really intense moral stances into things I say and self-flagellating for not conforming to what they think my opinion is. One of them told me outright that he bases his morals on me. (I’m a mean, paranoid dropout with no background in ethics, social sciences, or philosophy, so this is a baffling choice.)

I know my mental health is my responsibility and it’s not their fault I have OCD, but my mind tortures me when I’m around them. I feel like a cult leader. Like I’m going to break them, or lead them into trouble. On top of that, they can’t stand the rituals I developed before talking to them. So in this case I think taking responsibility for my mental health actually means fucking off. I’m focusing on befriending my coworkers and keeping it extremely casual. I never want anyone to be that invested in me again.

I hope next week I can post about how I’m happy in a new place and my coworkers liked getting sushi.