I absolutely hate it, I hate telling people where I’m from, I hate that it doesn’t make sense to fight depression and change something in my life if I live here anyway and am doomed to be unhappy. Everything around me was designed to make me hate living. I just want to put an end to my shitty little life and that’s it.
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I’m sorry you’re feeling this way, friend. I often have similar feelings about where I live and how much easier it would be to just not… be. I don’t have answers to offer, but if you would like to vent to someone, I’m here.
