I’m just tired. I just want to sleep. I don’t want to do anything.
I have one million things to do. I can’t do any of them. I think I just want to die.
It’s depressing how much I’m really starting to hate myself again, because, at the beginning of February, I was pretty happy with how everything was working out. Now I just want to sleep.
See, this is what is wrong with me. This is why I can’t make friends easily. I can’t function emotionally for longer than a few weeks at a time.
Also, I’m angry all the time. My dad doesn’t make things easy for me, because he likes talking about politics all the time, even though I would really rather not hear about them, ever. I don’t talk about my opinions with him–I don’t understand why he seems to want to force his opinions on me. He also starts shouting if I don’t agree with him, which is complete bullshit.
I just want to die. I’m tired of it all. I just want to do nothing and sleep. I’m always sleepy. Even though I haven’t been doing anything, I’m still exhausted all the time.
I also just hate myself. I fear I might actually have depression, because it’s not going away, and it’s getting worse. I’m trying. I’m trying so hard to be happy and productive again, but nothing is working. My head hurts.
Dad thinks “snowflake” is an insult. So is “social justice warrior”. It shouldn’t bother me, but it does. It’s depressing how much I wish he cared when he won’t.
My head just really hurts right now.