I hate everyday. I hate that I am suffering. I hate that I have a great life and I still want to be dead. My friends are great, my family is great, my pets are my pride and joy, I am financially stable for once, I have a decent job, I love my apartment and I have great hobbies but I am still in pain every day. Pure fucking misery. 

The weather where I live has finally gotten warm and sunny but I still feel cold and dark like the harsh midwest winter. It might be spring, but I feel like winter. I am miserable. Winter never ends.