Sorry if there’s any errors, my autocorrect’s wacko. I struggle to sleep at night. I just can’t. It kinda first started around when I had this really bad night where I just kinda snapped and was endlessly cleaning at 3:00 AM and couldn’t stop thinking about how much I hate everyone I know. I never let what’s really going on inside my head leak out. I don’t want people to be worried. And the first time I ever dared to talk about how I felt fake my mom thought I was lying. How I hate her. At least I think I do, I don’t really know anymore. Everything I can’t seem to truly feel anything I touch anymore, or taste anything I eat, or feel any kind of peace my heart. I feel disconnected, like everything thay exists is just a figment of my imagination or just a replay of old memories. These feelings aren’t as bad as hen I had them in middle school,. I used to want to do bad things because nothing would ever come of it because I thought I was god. I don’t ever wanna be that bad again.