Existence is pain.
M23 and have been on my own for as long as I can remember. I never really had friends during my school or college years and if I did it was only 1 and everyone I used to know I don’t talk to anymore. I don’t remember what a friend feels like, or what having deep conversations is like. I spent most of the time in my room, I have no job, no girlfriend, nothing but sadness, regret, anxiety, depression, misery and hatred. I talk to myself out loud and I pretend that I’m talking to someone else, that’s how alone I am that I have to make pretend to cope with having no one. I may or may not be completely insane or mentally unstable I don’t even know anymore.