I am so unhappy. I just want to sit around and disconnect all day every day. I don’t feel at home. I don’t feel like this new place is mine. I just feel like it’s a place that I’m at. I don’t care to unpack boxes. I am depressed. I am sad. I don’t feel pretty or smart or funny. I feel like I lost myself. I feel empty. I’ve been running on empty for a long time. I feel nothing. I don’t even care about my friends or family right now. I could not care less if I don’t speak to anyone. I feel lost. I have never felt this depressed before. I wish my boyfriend understood but he doesn’t. I can’t snap out of it. I don’t know how. I live in a constant state of anxiety. I just want to run away and start a new life. I want to disappear. I feel like everyone will be better off. I feel like a burden. I feel like I will never be happy again. I have not genuinely laughed or smiled in a long time. I keep getting deeper and deeper into this hole and it’s too hard to get out. I’m trying to get out. I want to get out. I want to be happy. I don’t know what is making me feel like this. It’s been gradual and it might be my medication so I’m gradually getting off of it. But what if it’s not? What if it’s me? What if I’ll always be this way because I’m meant to be this way? What if I never become happy again? I’m so sad but I can’t cry. I feel empty like all my emotions are gone. How can I feel empty but sad at the same time? Is it going to get better? I just want to feel something good.