Why do I feel seasonal depression arriving while I’m already depressed? Why do I have to go through all of this alone? It would be nice if I had parents who I could go to for love and support. Or a sister I could randomly call whenever I have thoughts. I’m living with my bf that I feel I have to mask my emotions because I don’t want him worrying and thinking I’m ungrateful for the things he does for me. My birthday’s tomorrow and it’s a reminder I don’t have family that I thought I did when I was 5. It’s hard when your reminded of what you didn’t achieve in life from the waste of love and discernment your parents lack to give. Did I ask God for this in my mortal agreement? In a world of borrowed souls, mine is lost. I’m sorry, I’m alone.