It’s tough. I’m drowning. I’m just always sad for no reason. I don’t want to die, but this is not living. Other people complain about such little things, or vent to me and I’ve lost all compassion, all sympathy, all empathy. I snap when people make big dead about such little things. People who think they are special because they have issues. Don’t you see? We all do. You’re not special. Not for that. I’ve lost friends over this, and truthfully, I’m too depressed to care.
This post is nearly as scattered and overwhelmed as my thoughts. Thanks for listening.