Well I'm doing pretty darn bad at the moment.
I really don't get it, life is just too weird to comprehend. I'm scared of it, reality really has been turned on its head. I did two essays about a month ago, whilst heavily dp'ed. I was praying that I might just about pass. I got them back last week, and guess what; I got a 2.1 in one of my essays, which for those who don't know, is the second highest grade you can get, it was one of the highest in my class. In the second essay I got a friggin' first (the best grade you can get), one of the highest marks in the whole year. Hardly anyone gets a 1st in the first year. You'd think I'd be pleased, but it just didn't seem right. 'I must be imagining this' I thought. I must have finally descended into some deep psychosis, where I can achieve high grades at university level without doing any work. Either that or the world is mad, it just can't be right. In fact I found it very scary.
Also I'm doing very well in my driving lessons somehow. At my bar job, I seem to be extremely efficient. In fact everythings going just right, but non eof it feels real.
The one thing I can't do is hold a conversation. I' scared to look at people cos' they look so flat and cartoony. I literally feel like I'm watching a cartoon sometimes, one of those new 'supa dupa' Pixar features. How can someone who feels liek they're watching a cartoon, instead of actually living, achieve high grades and go on living so efficiently. I must be mad, must be.
All that floats around my mind all day are the most morbid ideas from philosophy, psychiatry, even politics. I liv ein the most nihilistic of uncertainty, I must be mad, even if I do get back to being normal, society is crewed up, and people are just palin evil. I'm a real grumpy pr*ck too. When I do think about normal stuff, like other people and how they are, I just cast rotten judgements one everyone. Daily life such as reading, watching movies, socialising, it all seems so absurd and poitnless. Magazines are a nighmare to read, they're just full of fakeness, devoid of any real human substance. The ads actually scare me by how absurd they seem. Even my own cynicism seems absurd. I'm also intense;y paranoid about what other people are thinking about me, whilst also trying to prove that they have minds at all.
I don't want to be like this.
I have to got back to London on Tuesday to a concert at Wembley, but I'm terrfied, cos' I havent' left this depressing campus in over seven weeks. I'm very scared.
Any advice or support would be greatly welcomed.
I really don't get it, life is just too weird to comprehend. I'm scared of it, reality really has been turned on its head. I did two essays about a month ago, whilst heavily dp'ed. I was praying that I might just about pass. I got them back last week, and guess what; I got a 2.1 in one of my essays, which for those who don't know, is the second highest grade you can get, it was one of the highest in my class. In the second essay I got a friggin' first (the best grade you can get), one of the highest marks in the whole year. Hardly anyone gets a 1st in the first year. You'd think I'd be pleased, but it just didn't seem right. 'I must be imagining this' I thought. I must have finally descended into some deep psychosis, where I can achieve high grades at university level without doing any work. Either that or the world is mad, it just can't be right. In fact I found it very scary.
Also I'm doing very well in my driving lessons somehow. At my bar job, I seem to be extremely efficient. In fact everythings going just right, but non eof it feels real.
The one thing I can't do is hold a conversation. I' scared to look at people cos' they look so flat and cartoony. I literally feel like I'm watching a cartoon sometimes, one of those new 'supa dupa' Pixar features. How can someone who feels liek they're watching a cartoon, instead of actually living, achieve high grades and go on living so efficiently. I must be mad, must be.
All that floats around my mind all day are the most morbid ideas from philosophy, psychiatry, even politics. I liv ein the most nihilistic of uncertainty, I must be mad, even if I do get back to being normal, society is crewed up, and people are just palin evil. I'm a real grumpy pr*ck too. When I do think about normal stuff, like other people and how they are, I just cast rotten judgements one everyone. Daily life such as reading, watching movies, socialising, it all seems so absurd and poitnless. Magazines are a nighmare to read, they're just full of fakeness, devoid of any real human substance. The ads actually scare me by how absurd they seem. Even my own cynicism seems absurd. I'm also intense;y paranoid about what other people are thinking about me, whilst also trying to prove that they have minds at all.
I don't want to be like this.
I have to got back to London on Tuesday to a concert at Wembley, but I'm terrfied, cos' I havent' left this depressing campus in over seven weeks. I'm very scared.
Any advice or support would be greatly welcomed.