My life is good. I am doing well academically. I have a supportive family. I don't really have many friends and I struggle making friends but the one's I have are great. Everything seems fine but I'm just so fucking unhappy. I don't feel like doing anything. My days are monotonous. The mess in my room is piling up. I sleep through the days so that it passes faster. Everything around me and myself is slowly turning into a mess and I can see it happening and I don't like it. I don't like this. I'm scared of it. I don't like the way I feel and how I look. Every night I cry thinking what is wrong with me and I feel helpless