I don’t know what I’m doing. I feel like I’m just spending every day worrying about the same shit, while refusing to do anything about it. I won’t take the jump and would rather just let things blow right past me and wallow in self pity after. I almost find some sort of enjoyment just being miserable and absent. I’m able to acknowledge it, yet refuse to do anything or tell anyone because it’d be too much of a hassle. It goes beyond just myself, into my relationships and every life. I let people who I really like pass me up because I’m too much of a coward to say anything. I do things last possible second and role over at the slightest bit of confrontation. I always end up saying sorry to people as soon as I get a bit of push back. I don’t know man I just feel like I’m letting my life pass me bye without doing anything. Days feel long and monotonous, weeks repeat and I can’t think of anything particular that really has been different. I struggle to remember things I really should. Idk