After years of rotting in my room alone, and doomscrolling on my phone, my comfort zone has reduced to nothing but lifeless copes that bring no fulfillment. Just going to the store has become a challenge, and being surrounded by normies triggers severe amounts of anxiety to the point that even if I pay for my stuff at a self checkout I still need to fight a panic attack and prevent myself from fainting. It’s as if normies and the lives they live have become so foreign to me that being around them is like being around a toxic chemical. My body responds with fight or flight and I always choose flight. Then I feel fucking depressed when I get home, jerk off, then go to sleep 
