I'm 19
I feel exactly the same as last year, struggling with the same confusions and uncertainties about my being. If anything, I have even less friends and less daily interactions with people other than my parents. I'm still narcissistic in the sense that my self detestation blinds me from seeing the people around me and anything they deal with as equally important as my existential dread. Even my letterboxd reviews tend to have too many uses of "my"s and…