I am feeling sorry for myself.
Actually I can't remember a time when I wasn't feeling sorry for myself.
Maybe its depresion?
It seems I take on to much.
Looking at my life I feel there is nothing there.
Very shallow, moving just for the sake of moving.
Doing just for the sake of doing.
Is anything going to wake me from my slow, draging life.
I'm drinking, I fear, too much.
I look back to my childhood and I don't think of happy times, I can't remeber any, I know there was some.
I am at times feeling agression but don't have anywhere to let loose.
Please help me.
Suicide never the answer.
So life drags on.
I don't laugh.
I don't smile.
I don't feel.
Is all this real?
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