The Chronicles of Misery

Why me? Why me? Why? Why? Why? Why?
My life is gone. I no longer live for myself. I can't do anything I need to do. I can't do what I want. I have to escape these perils that I live in. My anxiety is dreadful. My "rough patches" are getting longer and harder to trudge through. I hate myself and I FML big time nearly every day. I'm cold and I fake everything so no one worries.
Why can't I stop this? Can I just be real to someone?
Oh wait--no, I can't. I forgot that if I do, I'll be seen as some even stranger person who has serious issues and should be put in the mental hospital.
I don't know if I should carry on or just stop everything altogether. I'll wait it out and see, I suppose...