I’m falling apart more everyday. I don’t know how to talk to people. I don’t know what is real and what I’m imagining. I’m scared. I think everyone has grown to loathe me. No one is going to love me, at least not the way I love them. My mind is becoming a raw nerve. I wish I was someone else. I wish I was who people think I am. I wish I could tell how people felt about me. I think that everyone who is nice to me is just too tactful to tell me to fuck off.
These days, It’s getting hard for me to tell what’s really happening and what I’m imagining.