Every morning when I wake up at 6 o'clock, I think of how repetitive my life is. I know that sounds petty. Every day, the same fear keeps me wishing I could hide away in my big fuzzy sweater. Really. I have several hoodies that I wear on an almost-daily basis. They make me feel safe. They contain my nervousness. I have a feeling that's bordering on the point of hopelessness. Tell me you guys: can hopelessness feel like intense sadness about the fact that my life is so routine, that my anxiety and self-consciousness and bodily flaws will never change?