I'm 22 years old, no goals or dreams in life. I know I'm trans but I'm closeted and haven't felt dysphoria in a year. Maybe I'm just so stuck in my depression I don't even feel that.

I'm very lonely but I know my heart isn't ready to try loving again. I don't know that it ever will be, honestly. I can't accurately explain how much I want someone to hold me. To love me romantically.

I'm co-dependant. I need other people's love and confidence in me to feel like I'm worth anything. I'm incapable of loving myself and feeling like I'm worth anything.

I'm useless, worthless, I have nothing that any person could ever want. The fact that I've even had one relationship is astounding. What she saw in me, I can't see on my own.

My feelings and emotions are beginning to stagnate. Aside from crying myself to sleep, wishing there were someone to love me, I feel nothing anymore. I have no purpose or direction.

When I was 7 years old I knew I didn't want to be alive. I never felt like I belonged anywhere; not until I had a relationship.

If I ever did have a purpose in life, it's to love a person and give them all the love I have. But that's not something that can get you through life. There's so much more that you need.

Life is like being asked to do something without any of the tools you need to accomplish it. Not even the bare minimum. I can't make the tools I need, I can't find any.

I'm lost, I'm helpless, and I'm not worth anyone's time.