Seriously, I need to be shot
I feel like such a blob. I'm nauseated. I cannot leave my room. I'm missing all my classes. I can't finish any of my homework. My brain is mush. I hate every last thing about me. Right down to my raging ego-centrism. I should be out there fixing the world and myself. I just can't get that far. I feel like such an alien outside. Like I belong in my room. No. I belong in a hole in the ground. I'm too gross. I'm just not quite human. I fail. If I had more motivation, I'd write bad emo poetry.