What's the point of living when you can't even keep a friendship going, and when all of your friends eventually end up leaving you? What's the point of living when you just keep screwing up at everything that you try? What's the point of living when you're 20 years old and you still depend on your parents for so many things (my parents fold my laundry, drive me places, help me with my coursework, and help me feel better when I'm depressed)? Seriously, my life is a joke. I doubt I'll ever live on my own, and if I do ever live on my own, I doubt I'll be able to keep a job. Why the heck do I have to be so mentally screwed-up? Sorry for all the questions. And I'm sorry for ranting. Don't mind me, I'm probably not worth your time anyways.