This may sound childish, but I can't help feeling that this is all unfair. Thee amount of work and effort I have to put in just to think like a normal person! I'm constantly talking myself through the day! It's exhausting! Don't get angry. Don't get depressed. Don't cry. Stop worrying. Look at the facts. What are the feels that I'm acting upon? Don't cut your wrist, it's not worth it. Don't burn your arm, you'll let people down. Don't throw up again. Stop being so mean to everyone. Don't drink to much tonight. Don't let that guy come home with you. Your not ugly, your just tearing yourself down. Calm down, your not invincible. Just let it go.
I can't help but turn green with jealously knowing that other people can easily name their favorite activities and hobbies. But not me. I can't remember the last time I did something on my own. Something I enjoyed without being influenced by another person. I sat with my journal open one night, begging to a god that I don't believe in, to help me come up with things I truly love doing. But instead I was left with a blank page and a knot in my stomach. Why didn't I have a hobby?
Everyone has a hobby!
Everyone likes to do SOMETHING on their own.
Not me.