I’m depressed. And I’m not sure why. I don’t know if its because my life sucks, or because I suck at life. I spend my days when I’m not at work, haunting the internet like an insatiable ghoul, looking for something to fill me up. But the hole just keeps getting bigger. Since I moved out of my parents’ house last year my writing inspiration has all but dried up. When people want to talk to me, I’m not in the mood. When I feel like talking there’s no one there. I act out to get attention. I’m lonely, but I don’t want to be close to anyone. It’s all an extension of what I’ve been feeling my whole life, but distilled, it feels like. And I don’t know what to do with it. How to channel it, how to get rid of it. Least of all how to get rid of it.
Somebody save me. We can only save ourselves.