I am a sociopath. I know exactly as to when and what motions occurred to make me like this. I was bullied senselessly throughout my adolescence, my insomnia destroyed my grades and the depression drove me to basically spending 90% of my time in my room. Being in such a prolonged purgatory of psychiatric distress made me eventually zone out of everything that was happening to me. I became a voyeur to my own experience and now its a struggle for me to claw myself back into my body. I don't yearn for human contact anymore, I like being alone, I don't really care about the people around me, not even the ones I call friends. I do things out of selfishness, rarely kindness and if so, usually for personal gain. I have a clear moral code for everyone else based off my experience and my knowledge but I don't adhere to it myself out of laziness. I miss caring for things, I miss connection but it all feels so far away now, kinda like a dream.

Also, unlike what my mum says, I do not look like Brad Pitt