Have this ever occurred to you?

A feeling of detachment. It feels like You are not actually participating in the life of yours and with the surrounding environment. You cannot connect with others through the social norms. You cannot express how you feel. You are not attracted by higher means but only survival instincts are keeping you alive. I would retire right and say hello to death if I could, but there is this extreme drive and rush of fear inside my mind, a program encoded in my DNA that doesn't let me to quit but to suffer nonetheless. I am far from delighting myself in the pleasures of the world which are mostly egocentric. I can't take social norms seriously as I know how valueless they are. I find this little world around me too unenjoyable. A quote from Stephen Chbosky's The Perks of Being A Wallflower which describes my feeling: "I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning."