When I think about how alone I am in this world and just how little people know about me, and I think how if everybody knew everything that went on inside my head, they would despise me for sure. I'm not sure if they would despise me as much as I despise myself.

I am a 22 year old female and I feel trapped at the mental age of 12. I have a fantasy relationship (you can probably guess who it is by my name) Since I became too old for free college tuition and I had been stumbling my way through course after course achieving only passes and hating every minute of college, I have lived in my room 24/7 for about the past 2 years. Literally. I was also diagnosed with asperger's at age 7. I can't imagine having a conventional job, because of my anxiety and lack of common sense. But if I could choose anything, it would be a singer. Singing on youtube is the only thing that gives me true happiness because I feel like I am able to express myself. And it seems to make people happy. It feels like the only thing I can do right. I can't do anything people my age can do. I can't cook, can't wash clothes, I've never driven, never been abroad, never partied, never smoked, never had a job, never had my first kiss. It scares me that people my age are already having kids or getting married. And I know that it is too late for me to experience a first love. I have given up on that since long ago. There's no point pursuing a real relationship because I won't like anybody. I am happier with my fantasy relationship. I just feel so alone and trapped in the past. And I cried the night before my 22nd birthday, because reality dawned on me, that things will never get better. They'll only get worse. I've been struggling with this for a while now. I battled depression since I was 15 because of loneliness and the fact I knew my time was running out. Now I can't be myself. Because I am not allowed to feel the way I do or just be me. Suddenly now, just because I am in this time period, I am suddenly, not me anymore. Even though the problem is that I am still just me. Why should my interests and values be expected to change just like that to fit the moulds of society? I just want to go back in time or go into a different dimension or different universe where I am able to be myself and be with the person I like. I feel so misplaced. I sometimes wish I could just fall asleep and dream and never wake up. I just can't even talk about the way I feel even now I'm having to just explain how I feel without being able to give too many details of the root cause. This is even more frustrating. I just wish I could talk to somebody, anybody, without fear of being judged. I know I'll never find anybody and I'll always be alone, because I am undeserving of happiness.
