Lying in bed yet again. When i gaze in the mirror i don’t see myself anymore i just see a husk, a shell, a vessel. I miss looking in the mirror and thinking “it’s me” i fucking hate myself so much. I hate me. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t recognize me as well me anymore. I don’t want to kill my self but idc if i die. i fantasize about dying slow alone. I don’t know what i’m saying at this point. I just want to know what kind of depression i have. i wouldn’t even be surprised if i was diagnosed with something else.