“It sucks the life out of me.”

Every time I try to think of something positive or think that there’s hope somehow, I constantly get those hopeless thoughts. Right now I’m not happy the way I’m living and want to get out of this, but I feel like I’ll always be unhappy.

I want to try new things like snowboarding or biking or cooking, but I’m stuck in college that I never wanted to be in anyway to get some soul-sucking 9-5 just so I don’t starve. I hate it here. I have no friends.

I want more to life. Over the past few years, I’ve been searching for reasons to be happy. Maybe I’ll travel around. But I never do, I never do anything. It’s exhausting.