I have no friends anymore. I have no intention of pursuing university studies or working. My family is emotionally detached from me. Not intentionally, but they are too busy with work. I still live with them. I have many anxiety issues. Horrible moments from the past torture me daily, in my head. Sometimes I am the torturer of others. Nobody knows about it. I have trouble leaving home. In fact, most of my latter years have been spent at home. My life is dull. I find it hard to relate myselfs to other people or even animals. I am beginning to hate almost the entire world. I am already dead. My body has just not caught up yet. I am too cowardly to remedy this.