hiddenhawk3 said:Hey Anne,😠
I wish I could lie to you and say life is meaningful and everything is just sunshine and rainbows, but it isn't. Every single day is just a struggle. You get up, brush your teeth, wash your face, eat the same food, watch the same trash on TV, engage in mindless small talk... I guess that's just life. Just monotony and routine.🤷 😕
If someone asked me why I’m even living, I honestly don't think I'd have an answer.🤷
Most things I do are just because people expect them from me—finishing college, getting out of bed, eating lunch... I can't even remember the last time I ate because I was actually hungry instead of just because it was lunchtime.😕
I don't really have a hobby that makes me happy, I don't have a boyfriend (not even a crush), and I don't even feel like getting dressed or keeping up with fashion anymore. It’s all exhausting, and I just want to run away somewhere where nobody knows me.😍
I don't feel like doing anything. I'm just done with it all.
I want to do things because I actually want to, not because I have to. I want something to fulfill me, some kind of damn passion in life—doesn't have to be sexual—but I just can't find it.
My own life feels pointless too. It's so hollow and mediocre that it actually hurts.😠
Once you start antidepressants, after about a month, colors get brighter, food starts having flavor, and people will finally love you just as much as you love them...
You'll look up at the sky in awe and say, "I've never seen blue like this before."
It's special.
The night will have its own magic.
Everything will feel like paradise.🙂