It was Saturday. This was the day everyone looked forward to, but for me it was just as bad as Monday. Infact, all of the days were bad, I didn't understand why Monday was the most hated.
Just another day wasted away by sleeping, staring at the ceiling, and watching porn. It seemed like everyday was worse that the last and that the world was getting less and less colorful.
School: school was my favorite place to be. There were so many happy people around and it actually increased my mood a little.
I only hang out with boys though, as I had become asexual and had no interest in girls. This was fine though, i didn't need girls in my life.
Still, as soon as I got home it was back to being lonely. I wondered if anyone else felt the same way I did.
I remembered only a year ago being perfectly normal, playing videogames, watching Adventure Time, listening to Radiohead, Daft Punk, and basically any psychedelic rock band.
It didn't make sense how things that used to be so fun were all of a sudden so boring.
Home: I hated being at home. My room had everything a teenage boy could possibly want, but none of it interested me.
I used to spend hours on the computer playing videogames and watching movies, but now it stood there collecting dust.
All my books were scattered around the room, and the ground was littered with energy drink cans, empty bags of chips, and dirty clothes.
I couldn't be bothered to pick it up, I was perfectly satisfied with a dirty room. I just lay in bed waiting for the day all my problems would disappear.
Conclusion: Well here I am, 2 years later. I don't remember when, but one day I decided "no, I cannot live like this anymore, I need to change". First of all, I cleaned up my room.
It didn't seem that different at first, but very slowly it started to look good. For the first time in a while, I actually felt like I accomplished something.
I started exercising everyday, pushing myself to see how far I could possibly run. After a while, I started to see changes in myself. My outlook on life was a lot more positive.
At school, my friends noticed a difference in me too, and more people started to hang out with me.
One day I noticed a cute girl in the hallway, so I started talking to her, and now we are best friends. So anyway, in conclusion I am no longer trapped in the prison in my mind.
I have found the way out.