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Originally Posted by justinandimcool
I'm alright.
I just hate myself.
I mean, I don't know how to describe it. I live my daytime normally. Hell, I went out with some friends today and I had a god damn blast of a time.
But for the past month or so it's been hard falling asleep. I dwell on my life, mostly its failures. I hate my body, the way I look, think, act...I hate how my musical career hasn't gotten anywhere, I hate how lonely I am at community college, how my friendships aren't where I want them to be.
Most of all I hate how whiny I sound, knowing I have it 100 times better than most. I'm ashamed not being able to make use of my blessings. I guess that's the best way to describe me. Useless. Like a shiny bright beautiful red car with no engine. Fantastic. Not.
I don't really want to die. It's just hard getting through the night without thinking about how much better and more productive this town would be without me.
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From someone who had severe depression for a long time (and technically, I still do): there's a lot of warning signs in here, man. It might sound stupid and unnecessary, but you might want to see a professional. Just have a chat. Someone completely outside of your regular zone of life. Trust me, since you kind of sound like I did a few months ago right now: after 5 minutes, you know it's the right thing.
But from personal experience, what you described is definitely the beginning of some possibly serious depression. Some of my happiest days ended with me lying in bed feeling worthless. Also suicidal. It's definitely in your best interest to just go and talk to someone. Not even any more than that, if you don't want to.
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