Although I don't want to complain about it too much, I think I genuinely hate me, and the world. The whole depression thing is a bit of a bummer, and it sprung up weird thoughts for me (especially when I was younger, I’m now 18). Like the world is full of many beautiful things, but yet it's full of allot of crap things as well (which allot of the time I think outweigh the good). And I can't seem to get a grip with myself, of who I am, or what I want to be like. And yet there are so many boundaries in the world, that most people have learnt to deal with, yet I haven't. I woke up one night a truly hated me, not just one bit, but every single piece of me, an odd feeling. Yet now I feel selfish for crapping on about these things in my life when everybody has their own stuff to deal with. Sorry if none of this made sense, but I just wanted to know if anyone feels the same or just wants to add a comment?