I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.
I’d try to explain that it’s not really negativity or sadness anymore, it’s more just this detached, meaningless fog where you can’t feel anything about anything — even the things you love, even fun things — and you’re horribly bored and lonely.
Nobody ever gets my humor, I just come off as stupid. I avoid joking around with anyone at work cause I weird people out and everything just gets awkward and uncomfortable.
Can’t you be your own person for once? Quit being such a pretentious piece of shit.