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EN/PT Happiness just makes it worse? Felicidade só piora as coisas?
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I had a wonderful weekend with my bud, not even a shadow of worry. We watched some stuff, cuddled ourselves to sleep, enjoyed a chill afternoon chatting. I was so glad to discover I'm not yet dead inside.

But after sleeping in my own bed today I feel drained of any good feelings. This is how I imagine a cocaine hangover to feel like.

My body feels weak all the time, I have to push myself hard to do things because I only want to stand still and do nothing.
I can't really enjoy food as much anymore which was my one passion, and I can barely enjoy music which was my escapism tool.
I live in a small town which is about ~1:30h away from the urban centre where all my few friends live.(And they are busy with their own lives).
The only good thing in this depression ship is I don't have a sexdrive anymore (I can still enjoy when it's good, I just don't long for it). I barely even masturbate anymore.
I also stopped using weed years ago because it got me sad when smoking.

Eu tive um final de semana maravilhoso com meu miguxo, sem nem uma sobra de preocupação. Nós assistimos uns bagulhas, dormimos de conchinha, aproveitamos uma tarde tranquila conversando. Estava tão satisfeita de descobrir que ainda não morri por dentro.

Mas depois de dormir na minha cama hoje eu me sinto drenada de toda energia positiva. É assim que eu imagino a sensação de uma ressaca de cocaína.

Sinto meu corpo fraco o tempo todo e tenho que me empurrar duro pra fazer as coisas porquê tudo que eu quero é ficar parada e fazer nada.
Eu não consigo realmente aproveitar mais comida como antes, costumava ser minha paixão, eu mal consigo aproveitar música que era minha ferramenta de escapismo.
Eu moro ~1:30h de Sampa onde todos minhas poucas amizades moram. (E elus estão ocupades com as próprias vidas).
A única coisa boa nessa erda é que não tenho mais desejo xesual (ainda consigo aproveitar quando é bem feito, só não anseio por isso). Quase nem me masturbo mais.
Também parei com maconha faz anos porquê me deixava triste quando fumava.

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