I’m lying in my bed listening to my dad mock my depression and claim I’m lazy and worthless. As if I didn’t already feel bad enough about myself. He doesn’t understand that I can’t keep a job here when I wake up every day not wanting to be here anymore. I find absolutely no joy in anything as long as I live in this place and that’s never going to change.
How on earth can you work 40 hours a week knowing you have nothing to live for? No friends, no social life, no relationship, nothing. Normal people have things to forward to. Plans on the weekend. They don’t go to work knowing they have nothing else. If I could go back home, I could handle a job because I would know I have friends and a support network around me. Things to be excited about. Things to save up money for. Literally any purpose at all. I have none right now.
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