I'm trying to keep busy but because of this and other issues i am afraid of people, so going out at all is extremely difficult. And just so you know, i didn't have 'too much time on my hands' when this started I was in my final year of university, finishing my dissertation and revising and taking my finals, pretty sure i had plenty to keep me busy and yet for some reason this happened and i don't know how to unthink it. People keep saying i am too young to have wrinkles.. well then i must be a phenomenon or deranged, i can see them, or i'm halucinating.. Whats really annoying is that i actually care, why? the do i care? i never cared before. I couldn't give a shit before. I don't mean to be obsessed by this, i don't do it on purpose, if i could just choose to stop thinking this way i f*cking would because this is torture, it hurts so much and i have no idea why.