Is it normal that it's like i'm dead inside
In my previous post, I said that I was bored with everything. That didn't change much.
Since I moved to another town, I don't have an internet connection anymore (right now I'm at my uncle's home, but I will be back at home tomorrow, so it might take a while for me to be here again), and I realized that I spent all my time searching random things on the net.
I don't like to play video games anymore, and I give up at the first obstacle (when I was a child I used to play on my brother's NES all the time, and if you played any NES game you know how difficult they were).
I can't bring myself to read books/manga or watch anime/movies (even though until some weeks ago I kept rewatching Neon Genesis Evangelion and End Of Evangelion again and again).
I've always hated sports (I would be sooo fat if I wasn't vegetarian and I didn't eat little portions).
I've never been into music nor I am now.
I hate TV.
I couldn't even find the will to go to school for the last two weeks, and since a long time I haven't got any motivation to study, because I can't find any subject I really like (I hate maths and science with a passion, since I can never get anything; this year we were supposed to start studying Latin and Greek literature and finally leave the grammar behind but nothing changed, except now instead of grammar books we use literature books; English, the only subject where I get the best grades in my class without studying, is boring and useless; Art history is so pretentious and filled with notions that I can't even bring myself to follow the lectures; the same goes with philosophy; Italian literature and history are decent enough but I never study them)
Now, all I do is walking around in the house, occasionally walking the dog, since I don't know anyone in this new town (but even in the old one I didn't have any friend, since I didn't like anyone I knew), and fap (but that got pretty boring quickly too lol).
I'm supposed to see a psychologist tomorrow, and I can't stress enough how much hatred I feel towards psychologists: since I was a child, they weren't able to help me in the slightest, and all they seem able to do is saying that something must have happened in my childhood that made me the way I'm now.
Sorry for the long post, I've been holding my frustration for a while and I let it all out.