you know, fam is funny. I tell them that I am severely depressed and now they have this idea that the more busy I am the less time I have to be depressed. So now I get to wake up at 6am do yard work and other shit till its time for me to go to work in the afternoon and then get back home at 11pm or so and repeat everyday (while applying for multiple volunteer/paid jobs). So now instead of hating my life for only 12 hours a day I get to hate everything and my life for almost 20 hours a day. And the best part about this is being an introvert so any interaction I have with people completely drains me and now I have no alone time or legit any time for myself. You know I didn't think it was possible to hate my life anymore than I already did, but man was I wrong.
















