I’m extremely stuck. I have a problem which, whenever I mention it, people always give solutions which simply will not suit me. The problem inside the problem is that I always have this urge to rant… and whenever I do, it makes me feel worse afterwards because people always say the things I don’t want to hear.

I don’t know how I’m holding it all together. I don’t want to talk about it with anyone because people always give you stupid advice. I’m a pessimist… let me be. I’m surprised how well I can hold it all together throughout the day – at work, at home. It’s the bus journeys to and from work that are the worst… I feel like a sloth. An extremely depressed sloth. An aimless, depressed and lethargic sloth.

Still I can’t complain, I can’t write this post. Because if I write it then people will comment and say bla bla bla bla… as if they know what they’re talking about. They all have nice lives. I just… breathe.

And my punishment is that every effing day will go by just like this. Me breathing. That’s what it’s all about. Life is meaningless.