I used to feel depressed because I hated myself. I didnβt like the way I looked, how I talked, how I acted, or how I thought and when you donβt love yourself itβs pretty hard to love your life. Now I think I love myself a little too much, the only emotion left in my body, the ravenous insatiable hunger for the affection I only ever receive from myself. Is it narcissism or is it just the overflow of affection that I hold in my body with nobody else to spend it on? Only time will tell, and time is one thing that I have plenty of.