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I don't even want to interact with the real world anymore. All I want is the ability to split myself so I can hide inside of my dreams and imagination while my mind mentally block out the important things like taxes and work.
The guilt of living after letting so many living beings die around me for my benefit.
I feel sorry for the livestock that had to die to fill my stomach, I feel sorry for being such a burden for living.
I wish I could just give away and donate my organs so I can stop living.
I feel so agitated over everything. I just want peace and quiet, and mother keeps talking my ears off, asking me all types of questions, and berating me over every little decision I make.
I want to make my own decisions. I want to live my own life so badly, but she won't let me.
I hate how I feel like a toddler sometimes. I feel so childish with the way I act. I'm so clueless about everything that you'll be surprised over how I had even survived for this long.
Even if I recover from my depression and whatever else I have, I don't think I will change at all. Being depressed is all I had ever known in my entire life. I don't know anything else outside of this.
I want to eat someone who is privileged. I want to eat someone who is happier than me. I won't do it because society doesn't allow it, but I still really want to eat somebody.