Inarticulate mopiness.
I’m mopey, but I can’t express exactly why here. It’s a mix of not knowing whether I want to move away or stay here, of worrying about sex, wondering whether I’m dumb to be as stagnated in relationships as I am, wondering if I’m unrealistic in my thinking, and childish … But it’s all hard to talk about and tease the ideas apart. Maybe I should just talk into a tape recorder for a while and then listen to it.