I feel like I’m the wrong person. Like there was a point, at some point in the past, where the real me died and the current me took over my body. But I still remember who I was before, and I liked that person. I don’t like who I am now. I have annoying habits. My aspirations are dead. I’m selfish. I’m so depressed and I know there are things that could help but I don’t want to take those steps. I’m lazy. I have no drive. I only do what I have to for the people around me. This sucks.