You know how grandiose I am. I daydream of me being a superhero of some sort. While listening to music or pacing in the house. I cannot do anything, I cannot live, I cannot die. What now... and I certainly don't want to irritate you either, but I am just not feeling okay. I haven't shaved since three weeks. I didn't cut my nails even after my dad told me to cut 'em for a week. I just don't want to live. I accept it, hard to tell to parents.