In the span of a weeks I’ve lost everything that had made me happy. My girlfriend broke up with me, my only friends all seemed to have stopped caring about me and refuse to talk to me, and I have no one to talk to about it. I spend hours zoning out and daydreaming of something extraordinary happening to me, of being special, of being acknowledged, of being cared about. It’s taken over the majority of my days and I now notice it’s a sign of mental illness. I get depressed when I’m brought back to reality, still just a nobody.