My depression continues

The people around make me feel worthless and depressed. I'm looking every day for somewhere to move to, nothing as yet has come up. 

Is this just a waiting area in between birth and death?

If that is what life is, how strange. That all these writers, poets, artists, philosophers, made so much of it. 

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  • Every day I'm in pain and the people hurting me get away with it. No one understands what I'm telling them, even therapists and people supposed to help me.

    One day I'll be dead and I won't be able to read words like the ones here anymore. That's a relief. I'm a grain of sand in the hourglass of time. If only I could find a way to escape being aware of all these awful bullies around me.