I did this once. I disappeared from everywhere, including Facebook, even uni and the like, and sheltered at home. What I got — a severe depression that lasted for two years. Seriously, not worth it.
I am not sure if it makes much of a difference in my case, however. I’ve been diagnosed with depression five years ago and I do not think it has ended yet. I feel that I am more miserable looking at the people with whom I desire to have contact and not receiving any responses from them whenever I am reaching out, rather than when I do not have to look at their presence anymore.
I wonder if anyone would actually go looking for me if I deleted all my accounts on social media platforms.
I really need male friends. I need to be able to not care about a thing and enjoy things without seeking tons of reasons behind it of why it would be wrong and whatsoever else not. Every female friend I’ve ever had ended up in being dramatic about everything I ever said.
At this moment I can count at least ten people from the past two years with whom I talked every single day, but now completely lost contact with (not out of my initiative) or perhaps share two words a month with. How? I really wonder what I am doing wrong with friendships…
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44 followers until 600 — and I had this exact blog since 2009, aha.