I hate my life and I don’t know why. When I type in this journal and try to understand why, nothing comes out. I don’t believe in clinical depression or any of that stuff. The more I’m around people, the more isolated I feel because it only serves to illuminate the stark contrast between who I REALLY am and what people THINK I am. I can’t hide in my own mind anymore because there’s nowhere left to go. I feel like I’m falling apart at the seams and that I was cursed with some kind of personality that doesn’t fit neatly into the rest of the world. I don’t hate myself, but I don’t understand these feelings. I don’t want friends or to ever go out. I wish I was the only person in the world because being alone is when I’m the most happy. I feel like this today, and tommorow, it will be impossible for me to remember how I felt when I wrote this.
