I'm so sick of people not understanding, like it's not a bad day. It's not just a bad week. It's this little thing that just lurks in my soul and sometimes I can push it in a corner and do my life things. Sometimes it pushes me in a corner and just takes over. I'm worthless, I mess up all the time. Why don't I just die. What's  the purpose?? I'm divorced, single and kidless so What's the damn point? I'm too chicken to do it and hell I would probably mess it up anyway and become a vegetable----become more of a burden than I already am. Today's a bad day. And it's just started.