This should be the best year of my life. To everyone on the outside it is. I got a huge raise, doing well in my career, I have friends who I have fun with, I got into grad school, I have more money than ever, but I’m the most unhappy I’ve ever been. 

I don’t care about anything anymore. The money isn’t worth it, I have to convince myself every day that my friends don’t hate me, I just go home and cry every day.

If i’m not happy now, with all that I have going for me, I don’t know when I will be. I’m starting to jut resign to the fact that happiness isn’t a thing for me. I’m just empty and now declining more hanging by a thread from quitting my job and moving into my parents basement.