I am not sad. I am not depressed. I am, okay SOMETIMES I'm anxious enough for it to make a difference in my everyday life. I am empty. I don't have feelings. I am a ghost. I hear strange things in the night and my mind tells me things that make me paranoid. I don't necessarily want to die, I feel like I want to be in pain. I want to be punished for my complete and utter apathetic view towards everything. If I were locked away it wouldn't be a terrible thing.