What is the point of anything...
There is nothing in my life that gives me any kind of joy. Everything is uncomfortable or painful. I have sensitive skin and I hate going outside. I have to take at least 1 shower a day or Ill feel uncomfortable. I dont feel the social need to have friends. I dont care about my family and some of them just made my life worse... And the only thing I need, its impossible.
I live in the apartment where I lived all my life. Luckily alone... Im 36, and this apartment needed renovations already when I was 10... But my father never did shit... And it kept getting worse... I only started working 3 years ago earning shit, so I could never fix anything either... And there is another reason that its long to explain.
I hate living here. I hate the neighbors. I hate the shit walls, the shit floor, the shit furniture... Im very hot now always sweating because its very hot. In winter ill be very cold. Ill use several blankets enough to keep me warm for a bit, then it will make me sweat. And Ill always wake up full of sweat and extremely cold...
I literally cant have hobbies. Nothing ever is just enjoyable. Maybe some rare things I could like, but with a caveat. Its always about fixing or putting in order. Its always something to scratch my mind. Its never just for the joy of it, its to "fix" the game. When all its in order, then its finished... And then Im relieved. Who the fuck feels relieved when stop playing... How can that be even enjoyable.
Then my old car, the only one I had. The aircon cant even keep up with this heat.
Why do I have to keep working my job, where I wont be able to afford a house for at least 20 years, supposing very conservative saving... Why do I have to endure this shit if all I do is suffer...
But everything would be worth it if I at least had someone... Someone to tell all this shit... Someone to cry to... That understood me, that saw my suffering and just wanted to make it less and cuddle me... Someone that would take care of me... But to take care of. Someone to worry about her problems and help her whenever possible... Someone to share this shit life... To see every day, to be just there. Someone to fight for in this shit life...
But I dont have shit. Im pathetic. Nobody would ever want me. I have nothing, therefore I am nothing. And even if I had something, all this dependency and all my shit... Its just too much of a handicap... Nobody can ever want me or my company or my care...
There is no point in enduring this suffering.