I think I'm depressed.

I've read about it, and it sort of makes sense. Like how all I want to do is sleep, and how life doesn't seem worth living anymore. The way I find no joy in the the things I used to love...

I just feel like I'm alone in the world.

And I don't want to go on with it anymore.

I don't think I can deal with life anymore...

I feel like no one cares about me, no one loves me, like people just deal with me because they have to.

Several times a day, I feel like I could burst into tears, but I don't, I hold it back, for fear of causing a scene, or to be over-analyzed.

It's like there's nothing worth living for anymore.

And even as I feel all this, part of me wonders where it all went wrong, what started this?

I don't know... but I don't think it matters. The end is all that matters.

I just want the hurting to stop, one way or the other.

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my life so far - March 22, 2008
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