most days, i spend almost all day in my room, on my bed, either reading or sleeping. reminds me of high school, when i was most likely super depressed, or at least very miserable and so read a lot of fiction to escape from the realities of my home life. now i try to escape from the reality of my personal life, or lack thereof, by reading online fiction. i don't go anywhere. i don't do anything. i just read. i try to tell myself to at least go outside, go for a walk to get in some physical activity, but more often that not, i can't even make myself leave my room when i'm don't need the toilet. i sometimes feel hunger, but barely have an appetite. i eat because i should, but sometimes it's too much of an effort to go out to the kitchen and get food. sometimes i keep myself in my room because i just don't want to interact with my brother or my mother. i can't stay my dad. i hate that this has become my life. i feel obligated to try to help with my parents, but i hate dealing with them