Maybe even a little of dopey. I'm trying to be alright today. My weight gain has got to me. I hate depression and I hate myself. And I hate how fucked up I am. When things get to hard I just wish I were dead instead of having to deal with it.
I want to ask you: this post has some comedic note to it? Or I misunderstand?
Also, sorry you feel that way.
Know that there is a lottery of genes, and some of us didn't get such a good hand. Wich made our life harder, worse, a unnecessary burden wich other people do not have.
The question is: whom we can blame for this? I wish I could blame my mom, my father, or even myself for it. But I reached the conclusion that nobody is at fault.
It just happened that we turned out this way. We were dealt just a bad hand in life.
Maybe this information gives you some sort of consolation.