I'm just sick of everything. Sick of this shitty life. Sick of my family having ZERO understanding of depression and of me. Sick of my dad using every opportunity he can to bring me down. I'm sick of having no friends. Sick of the social anxiety. Sick of the SAD. Sick of the same pointless shit every day. Sick of the same four walls. Sick of the same meaningless existence. Sick of never fitting in anywhere. Sick of the memories. Sick of the anxiety. Sick of the derealisation and depersonalisation. Sick of both the physical and mental pain. Sick of the incessant loneliness. Sick of watching everyone else at university talk to friends and have the time of their lives while I'm barely managing to stay alive. Sick of psychiatrists who only make things worse. Sick of studying. Sick of being overweight and unattractive. Sick of the scars that years of bullying have left. Sick of being tortured by my own mind. Sick of having to pretend that everything is fucking wonderful and I've never felt better. Sick of superficial conversations that don't lead anywhere. Sick of the vast majority of people being so ignorant when it comes to anything. Sick always feeling exhausted. Sick of those long, lonely nights where all I want to do is go to sleep and never wake up. Sick of never having had a genuine connection with anyone. Sick of being criticised for things which I can't help. Sick of the nausea. Sick of the back pain. Sick of having to hide everything. Sick of people. Sick of living in a life that is never gonna change. Sick of life altogether. It won't be long now...