Of having a mental illness is that people will only seemingly give a shit if you’re visibly distraught but will just glaze over you otherwise. Like, do you want to talk to me to make yourself feel better or what? You never know for certain so you’re forced to assume that everyone is only out there for their own self-interest and wouldn’t give a damn if nothing else was at stake
And just decide I don’t feel like eating dinner. It feels too gluttonous of me to eat both a lunch and a dinner on the same day, so I feel like I have to balance it out
