I don't feel sad, just empty and sometimes tense. I don't think I'm worthless or stupid or ugly, I just can't find the drive to do or pursue anything. Like there's no gas in the tank. I don't regret my silly degree but I don't particularly want to use it. My parents are understanding and would never throw me out, but we are far from wealthy and I can tell they had more in mind for me. I have difficulty seeing myself in "the future." It's like I exist as moss on a rock. 

Just felt like typing this out would be therapeutic. Don't know if this is "depression" but I don't know what else to call it. I hope to get out of this. The fact that I have some hope is probably a good sign.