I have a feeling of deja vu, since the title and first post of this thread are very similar to the corresponding thread on a similar website. Presumably the OP did not feel hung-over from going out on Saturday night.
I feel sick thinking about the number of things that I'm putting off right now. I don't know what I'm thinking. I've got **** to do but I just can't get myself to do any of it. My stomach won't stop swirling like a washing machine. Not good. This is not good at all.
I feel...empty, I feel that no one understands, but that's clearly an understatement because I'm sure most people here can relate. The feeling of being an outsider, a loner, just an invisible person. I feel that way most if not all of the time. I'm not entirely sure how I'm viewed but I feel like I'm not really here. At times I really do want to disappear, I don't see the point in sticking around, but I stay anyway. I guess a part of me still has that glimmer of hope...I really don't want to lose it.