I can’t do anything. I’ve got a 1500-word essay due tomorrow and I haven’t typed a word, I just can’t do it. I can’t do anything I want to do; all my projects are dying. I don’t enjoy the things I used to; I can barely open a book; I feel nothing when I listen to music. And somehow my body still finds the time to masturbate. I hate myself afterwards and no longer enjoy it but I can’t stop. I’m sorry this is so unhinged and disorganized. I don’t know what to say, I’m just spilling it all here. I punch myself in the elevator. I don’t know why. I feel intrinsically broken and worse than other people. If it weren’t for my mother I would kill myself today.