I blame a friend for this.
It's been years. I struggle with depression. Apparently. Every day it's just uphill. I feel this life holds nothing for me on a constant; despite all I have.
I fail to see the good in humankind. I despise so much in this world. I'm not fueled by spite, I have no real drive. I just exist.
I'm tired. All the time. I can't communicate how it feels. I don't know how to even explain it without contradicting myself.
I'm an introvert. I don't like to go out. I don't like to talk to people unless absolutely necessary. Which is harmful given my current profession where I have to talk to clients and co-workers daily. I share nothing in common with the latter, and feel I don't belong.
The only way I can get by without offending people is by reading them; letting them speak first, getting a base understanding of who they are; then adopting their views, their mannerisms. It's incredibly difficult doing this daily when speaking with clients, contractors, co-workers, bosses.. And further reflection makes me feel that I'm a blank slate, with no chosen path. Someone who can't make a decision on their own.
I hate this life. I hate who I've become. I hate the world. And yet I can do nothing. Well. I'm sure I can, but I can't bring myself to do so.
I have my first virtual appointment with a psychiatrist soon. Guess it's a first step. I think. I don't know.
That's all. At least all I can write due to travel to another job site. Work. Hooray.














