I feel like I've been so slow and depressed lately, and my family thinks I'm too lazy, and I think so too, so today I went to the library for the first time in a long time and did the dishes, so I tried to believe again that I can get better, but in reality, I haven't gotten better at all, and I'm still a piece of shit. I'm always challenging myself to do something, but never improving, and the worst part is that whenever I try to get better, no one seems to notice, they just think I'm acting weird, so when I don't do anything, they accuse me of not doing anything. I don't know what the hell to do, and now it's painful to even have casual conversations with my family. I feel like there are many reasons not to die, but not really any reason to live. If it's really for me, shouldn't I make the choice I want?
I don't have anywhere else to vent about this, but I always write it down in my phone notepad, which makes me even more depressed, so I'm posting it here. Please forgive me if my sentences are strange. I'm using translator.
I don't have anywhere else to vent about this, but I always write it down in my phone notepad, which makes me even more depressed, so I'm posting it here. Please forgive me if my sentences are strange. I'm using translator.