I didn’t think I would be saying this at my age… and honestly it feels kinda silly although I suppose it makes more sense now because people complicate more as they age. I don’t really dit in with anyone. I am in college. I suppose I’m not offensice in smell or looks so I must not be too too terrible to be around. The fact of the matter is that I don’t talk to anyone. Le sigh… but I don’t know what to talk about with people to begin with! And I’m filled with a bunch of ugly feelings all the time. It’s extremely difficult to get out of bed in the morning. Maybe everyone was right and I need a semester off, but I get the feeling that sitting at home for six months, feeling bad about myself, and working constantly wouldn’t really improve my mental or social conditions. Not to mention that being at home for so long might drive me over the deep end since it’s so devoid of hope and depressing. I don’t think there’s a shelter I can seek to get my strength back either.
This is pretty much me every morning:

As you can see… talking to your stuffed animals isn’t exactly the best sign… soon it might come to this… 
… It’s not looking good.



