what is the point of trying in this thing called life. i go to therapy and come home and still have the same problems, I go outside and try to clear my mind and come home and still feel worthless, even when I go out and be social , I put on a fake smile and act. I wake up every morning and think about getting through another day of hating myself. I go to bed every night alone, imagining what it could be like to share a bed and even maybe be intimate with someone. i see pictures of myself smiling as a little kid, but that feels like so long ago.