Long story short, I started an intensive outpatient program because I'm more depressed than I have been in years, maybe ever. Lol my dumbass didn't know outpatient was a group therapy thing, no one ever explained it to me, so I showed up to a room full of ten strangers and just... rolled with it. 

Ended up getting super attached to one of the people in the group, went out to dinner together (I paid for the whole meal since I was the one who invited them out) the day after the program ended. Texted the person twice since then, no reply both times. lol i've been crying about it all week because I thought we were friends??? and I've told people in that group things I've never shared with /anyone/ before, and now I feel.......

fucked up. Like, really fucked up. That outpatient group was the first and only time in my whole life when I felt genuinely heard and supported by a group of peers. I have great friends in my life, but none of them are depressed. Frankly, they're all buffoons and don't know how to act right when I need support. I'll straight up say shit like "I am so depressed, I haven't been able to get out of my car for the last three hours. I am going through a rough time right now." and they'll respond with "Yeah." 

I don't know, I think what really gets me is the fact that the person said "we should do this again sometime. like, soon." and it made me so happy because it really sounded like they meant it. Now I'm out here crying about a person I've known for all of a fucking month because they don't care about me the way I care about them lmaoooo god what the fuck

TLDR; met my newest fp in an outpatient program. got ghosted, and now i'm asshurt