I feel like I'm falling apart. No, not falling apart, just slowly slipping out of existence. I can't bring myself to come out, my grades are slipping, I can't think fast enough to keep up, I haven't done anything truly useful besides listen and do piddly little things that amount to nothing. My biggest achievement is some Minecraft world I deleted, I have literally no life because of how much I've isolated myself, and I just can't find anything to fix that. I'm slowly falling away from everything I know, and it genuinely feels like no one sees it or can help, which means it's all my fault, because I'm the only one who can fix it. I don't really feel all that happy, ever, and I wish there was some kinda autopilot button I could press where I could just sit back and spectate until I'm in a good place where I'll be happy, but that's not how life works, so just dragging myself through the motions to keep myself alive and successful is all I can manage to do.
The other thing is I can't celebrate wins. Like every little accomplishment means nothing to me, and I hate it so much.
