Venting.
14 years ago
I'm getting so sick and tired of living here. I have no friends, no one to talk to, no job, no car, and absolutely nothing to do. I can't take constantly being alone. I'm so use to having someone to talk to that this is beginning to get the best of me. My depression is sinking in more and more each and every day because of this. It seems that no one has the time to ever talk to me.
It was exactly one year ago, April 2010, when my depression hit hard and I was stuck that way for over three months. Now what? A year later and it comes back at the same time only lasting longer and to a higher extent. I can't take this way of life anymore. I try all the time to get out there and meet people, or to get in touch with friends, but no one has the time for me anymore...
Just, fuck it. -_-;
It was exactly one year ago, April 2010, when my depression hit hard and I was stuck that way for over three months. Now what? A year later and it comes back at the same time only lasting longer and to a higher extent. I can't take this way of life anymore. I try all the time to get out there and meet people, or to get in touch with friends, but no one has the time for me anymore...
Just, fuck it. -_-;
"Life is a series of collisions with the future; it is not the sum of what we have been, but what we yearn to be."
-Jose Ortega y Gasset