Is it that I'm depressed because I've just always been depressed or am I depressed because I'm not happy?
I get everything halfway mastered and hit a wall. I'm so tired of this f*****g wall. I'm tired of constantly feeling useless and unwanted.
Even the only therapist in the area who is willing to see an undiagnosed adult female keeps putting me off.
Not that people don't want me, well, no, that's right, they don't want me. They just want to use me for whatever... Blame, excuses, schoolwork... They don't understand and don't care to understand or care at all.
I want to be happy. I want to be successful. Whatever that means.
I feel like my life has been spent waiting for happiness because I don't have the financial means or time to find it. Just when I think I might have found it, it gets ripped away.
Is my whole life going to be this way? One giant joke? A huge meaningless voyage to a destination that doesn't exist called happiness?
I feel like I stuck at the starting line and everyone else is three yards away from the finish because they siphoned all my gas.
If it's going to be this way then maybe I don't care to go on.