Hello everyone, Don't know how to start this letter, but here goes nothing. I'm 23 years old, living with my parents, taking accounting in college and working for money under the table rarely from time to time. Most often than that I feel...sad, the fact that I don't have any real interest and can't push myself along, if it was me, I'd probably just stay at home all day and watch videos on youtube or something. My only "motivation" really is fear and my parents. Fear of being homeless, fear of being broke. Pretty much the fear of when I'll need to use a rat as a pillow or something. And, most important, I feel like I lack love. I don't love my parents and the rest of my family like I feel like a should. I don't know...maybe I'm not meant to love. If you don't love yourself, you can't possibly love others, or at least it's very hard to. Well, we all wish for the best, but unfortunately the best...ah whatever, look at me, trying to be a smart-ass. Anyway, just wanted to type this out, as it made me feel slightly better. I don't promise that I'll stick around, as I'm not much of a talker, and my silence around people is I think some sort of phobia of mine. I don't even want to be around old friends, I've stumbled upon one of them in quite a while, while going to school, and felt the need to chit-chat and felt incredibly awkward in the process. But I will definitely come back to read posts on the forum here and there. I'm sorry, I feel like I shouldn't be here, I'm sure that there are a lot of people here who have worse problems than me and barely have a roof over their heads. Until next time.