This is just the conversation I had from me to my teddy bear because I don't have anyone and don't like talking to a family member about this.

Is there something wrong with me. Well- obviously there is something is, I'm a weird kid. But what I mean is- Is there actually something wrong with me? I feel like I get so clingy over stupid things like- wanting to constantly talk to some of the people on here, and when I have nobody to talk to- I get so frustrated with everyone and I just feel like I want to strangle someone. Then there's my paranoia that's been growing over me over the years because I was taught to ALWAYS be successful for my parents and family. So I basically put work over health to the point where I started skipped lunch and whenever I try to eat lunch it makes me feel gross, yet here I am- being able to snack on something. Like- I don't want to self diagnosis but I think I have Anxiety or something. I get frustrated with the tiniest things, I get scared at the littlest of bullshit, and I get so obsessed and clingy with certain things. I keep having nightmares because of my stupid fucking brain. Like I gotta talk to someone, I gotta do my work, I NEED to draw, I NEED MY MUSIC, OR I'M GOING TO LOSE MY FUCKING MIND! No wonder I lost all of my friends or I have such a hard time making new ones because of my easily pissed and broken mind. The moment I lost my grandmother it's like every little small problem I have ends up being the biggest disaster. And then when my dad or mom says something that makes me feel like shit it makes me want to scream and rip my heart out. I can't even enjoy doing the things I love to do anymore. And just like when I don't enjoy the things I do, it drives me fucking insane! What the hell am I supposed to do? It's not like I can talk to my parents about this. Almost every time I talk to one of them and they're not coming up to me, they turn me down...