Each day is the same, I try to be productive and aim for goals but it seems like nothing substantial enough ever happens. I focused on bettering myself last year, yet still feel as hopeless as a year ago, well more so as I'm a year older. The intense depression doesn't help in making me even want to do something on most days, I've never been the disciplined, ambitious type but now it's really bad. I have trouble doing things I like. I'm also lonely as fuck and a lesbian, which doesn't make finding someone any easier. All women I truly liked are straight.

Also, I'm physically unatractive and a loser without confidence. So hot, right? Yeah, I hate living now, with a passion. At least I have passion for not wanting to be alive anymore, wooh.