I genuinely lost all motivation. I used to be a pretty okay student. I never made As in anything other than writing, but I thought I was okay. I used to draw a lot, taking a lot of inspirations from my favorite animes and video games. I would always put a lot of thought into my outfits-it was my favorite part of the day. I would act really happy and cheerful even when I wanted to kms last year to look okay so I wouldn't worry my friends and family. I would daydream and be left euphoric...but now all of that seems useless. Stopping my sh addiction seems useless. I feel so pathetic doing it, but isn't that what I am? I have no motivation to diligently work on my writing-and I'm so scared I won't get that A and I'll disappoint my parents. No motivation to play games or watch anime or dress nicely. I have made my isolation look much more noticeable-and I wish I could care about making it less, but I can't. Every happy moment will always be ended, so why care? I want to die...