I’m a mess. Every day I lie awake thinking “What, what is wrong with me?”
I feel trapped in my own head. I have maladaptive daydreaming, and sometimes I feel like I’m more in touch with my own world than the real one. I can’t stop thinking about my characters. I have to listen to music while I do and I pace obsessively.
I’m depressed. I’m so sad and angry and upset all the time and sometimes I don’t even know why. I snap easily and at the smallest of things.
I hate myself. I’m sure everyone hates me too because I’m an fat, ugly, antisocial freak who can’t deal with people and is constantly trying to escape reality. I’m just so sick of it all.