“Isolation. My rooms a mess. But I can’t feel my legs. Why do I wanna leave my bed. I don’t need my friends. I don’t need money. I am scared. I am not okay. I am not okay. Listen to me. I need help. Please. No one listens so me. I don’t feel real. I am not real. I don’t deserve to live.” -[DEAD NAME] 8/5/2020

My mental state is low I made this bot to remind myself of how it was when I lived with my father. I call him father for a reason. Also trigger warning. Self isolation, SH, SA victim, self deprivation, depression, mention of strong odors, rotting food, dirty and rotting rooms.

Important note:

I am okay now. I live with my roommates and am learning how to be normal. I no longer have rotting food in my room and my room smells mostly normal. But my friends often say it smells like old people. I am fine.