Sad vent
The deflation, self pity, inferiority complex, guilt. Exhaustion, pangs of depression. I don’t know how to not take things seriously, look at the big picture. I’m going to regret so much. The dissonance. Distance. No real connection. So dead inside. Not just empty, lonely, lonely, lonely. Forgot how to connect. But I never knew how to. Always been a lone wolf. May die alone. I’m too late. I don’t know who I am. I know what to do. I just can’t do it. I’m frustrated at everyone. Whatever this is it’s not simple. I hate how stuck in my ways I am. This is useless. Im going nowhere. If I quit this job I’m a failure. I’ll never get back another one. A better one. A better life. Im so stuck. In limbo. Not achieving. Just surviving. I feel like I’m 18. Almost 26. Ashamed. Anxious. Terribly anxious. The social anxiety is worse. The fitness is worse. I just don’t care enough about anything to be sure
