I have changed my sleeping habits, I wake up at 8 am, go to work at 10 then go back home at 7 pm. I try to workout when I get the chance, I even try to talk to people in real life but even tho I do my best to overcome this vicious thing called depression…It feels like it’s not me?
Sure I do my best to socialize and all but at what fucking cost????? Me going back home and trying not to vomit in the shower every fucking day? 
Am I missing something here?
Should I embrace it ?
Should I just accept it ?
Am I going to get used to it ?? Is that how people work ? The power of adapting to whatever situation in life ? Is that what I’m lacking? When did it all go wrong ? How can I fix this? I’m tired of pretending ? Thinking about this saddens me a lot. Excuse my ranting.