I'll have to try my best to word this in a way people can understand. Please bear with me.

I'm certain that I am not of this world. People are just a figament of my imagination, I'm living on my own in this world.

I spend impulsively because I need to get a grip of this world that seems so new to me.

I've tried to reason that people around me do exist, but this thought makes so much more sense to me.

I'm not anxious or depressed, though I have been diagnosed with Anxiety, and reffered to my local mental health assessment team.

Every job interview I have been to, it doesn't feel like I'm going for a job. It feels like they're doing a valuation on me.

When I'm in my house, I don't feel like I am at home. I spent the night at a hotel yesterday, and that's the first time that I have felt at home.

I apologise if this is confusing, but it's the only way that I can describe it.