I’m so unsatisfied with myself. I feel so empty all the time. I suspect I have OCD when last year my intrusive thoughts got so bad i wanted to kms. No one knows, and I won’t tell them. There’s no point. Im over it now that ive realized it never really mattered. Now it feels like there’s this barrier between me and everyone else though. I can never seem to open up to anyone about anything, even silly things, because I’ll just look weak and childish and it’s not like they’ll even be interested Im my life. People just want to talk about themselves. Can’t judge, since Im the same. The only time Im happy is when I daydream so much it becomes maladaptive. Daydreams have become the only place I can truly be myself. It fucking sucks, and it’s pathetic as hell.I just want to sleep forever since emotions are so fucking tiring to feel. I feel like nothing matters and every one should just realize it already. I want to feel so fucking low that someone will comfort and love me, to understand me