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I can't even do things like going out to get a haircut or ordering new clothes. It, for some reason or another, fills me with dread, and I don't understand it. Why don't I had the mental fortitude to work through my sorrows and depressive episodes, towards a better life, instead of just sitting here like a fucking chump. All I want to do is LDAR and watch the world pass me by, but I desire change. Why can't I do anything, like play music out loud or break any barriers that would make me visible? Maybe it's because of my mother oppressing me throughout life and just telling me to be quiet, and her general obnoxious behaviour that continues today. Maybe it's just my nature. I'm a lazy piece of shit who follows society's guidelines and boundaries, and where does it get me?