I don't know what's wrong me. I just like being sick, like mentally sick, and I like taking drugs and drinking. I like non realities and making yourself sicker and crying and falling deeper into oblivion. I like things that people wouldn't normally like and I haven't found one person that I can have deep conversations with about these things and so I like talking to myself and being alone and finding new things that fascinate me. And I hate the actual world and I hate people in general, only because most of them are full of bullshit. I just want to make my own reality and live in the dark by myself with the things that I love. I thought I wanted and needed to fill my life up with shit that I thought would make me happy, but it doesn't. And I thought that people would listen but they don't so fuck it. I need help, and a therapist.