...as though all the colour has drained from me and now I'm just grey and lifeless. I don't feel like I'm living a life anymore because all my days just seem to be about avoiding germs and contamination, interspersed with other things that are just there to past the time. I eat a lot now, it seems. Sometimes just because I'm bored. I'm not developing an eating disorder, don't worry, but I am snacking more than I probably should, and not always on the right things. Sleeping is another thing I do a lot. But not really at the right times. I can't go to sleep at night, so I end up falling asleep in the early hours, then on my days off, I sleep in until 12 pm sometimes. Then I feel like I've wasted most of my day.
All my motivation is gone. I just can't get myself to study enough. Instead I end up on the internet, or watching TV. I can't even be bothered to read a book anymore. I used to love reading but now it seems like such effort.
I don't want to give up, I don't want to die, but there's nothing in my life anymore that seems worth the trouble of living. I feel like I've become a bunch of labels now, a collection of disorders and negative adjectives. Obsessive compulsive, anxiety ridden, hypochondriac. Whoever I was before is in there somewhere too, but I can't remember what she was like. I don't remember what it was like not being...neurotic. I don't even think I'm a proper person anymore. I haven't got a personality, just a condition.
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