I want to die more than anything else in the world. It's all I can think about, it's all I fucking want to do. I can't stand myself anymore, I can't handle being around myself. Everything I say is wrong, and every time I try and say what I'm thinking I can't. Every day feels the same and I feel so disoriented trying to understand how I got where I am now. I feel so wrong and disgusting, like I'm just pretending to know how normal people act and trying my best bid at it. Whenever I interact with people it's so artificial,--- so without substance. I spend the entirety of the time after being spoken to debating seven different ways to respond, with a panic attack waiting to jump down my throat for any six of them. When I joke I can never tell if I've gone to far, I don't even really understand what certain topics should be avoided with specific people. I feel so out of place and awkward, and it hasn't changed once in my life. There was no moment where I could just know,--- just for once, that I was doing something right. I can't do anything right and every time I open my mouth I know an onslaught of shit will spew. Every time I think about responding to someone I feel my excitement be snuffed out by that uncertainty and unknowingness. <Mod edit - timeline>
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