I hate that I wake up in cold sweats and am scared to sleep because I am my own personal unreliable narrator in both my dreams and reality and I don't know what's real anymore. My hallucinations have been getting worse. I already felt like I was losing my mind, but now it is so much worse. I don't even know myself anymore. My depression has been getting bad again recently, I'm isolated and haven't talked to any of my friends in a while. I don't recognize any details because everything is changing. I don't even recognize my own body and face, every time I see myself in a mirror I look different. Maybe everyone was right when they said I wasn't real. If my friends don't even consider me a person because they're convinced I'm an ai social experiment, how do I even know if I'm real. I feel pain, but what if I'm imagining it. I think I'm just too messed up to be seen as real.
I hate myself. I hate my mind. I hate my body.
No one tells me anything. My friends don't talk to me anymore. I'm seen as a problem. I hate it. I hate everything. It's even relapsing if I never stopped, I rip all my skin and nails off every chance I get, I stab myself with scissors, I cut my skin off, I flay my skin open layer by layer.
I genuinely think I'd be better off dead, at least I know that'd be real.





















