Listening to: The White Stripes
I don't know what the fuck is wrong. I just can't anymore.
Nothing makes me happy. Nothing. It's all just fucking misery. Nothing is good. Nothing is fun. The world isn't pretty. The music is shitty. The world is dimming.
My counselor talked with me about it. She asked me what was making me depressed and I couldn't fucking tell her. It's literally nothing. Fucking nothing is wrong except for my mind. It's just hell. She told me to find something that used to make me happy and work at it, like my art or my poetry, but that just makes it worse. Nothing turns out right. Nothing makes me fucking happy.
Life is hell. Hanging with friends doesn't make me happy. I only have a few friends left, no body wants to hang out with the sad girl. I still laugh, I still smile, but I was hanging out with one of my friends the other day and the entire time I was holding back tears. About what? I don't know. I don't fucking know. I'm just sad. Tired. Depressed. Stressed out.