I’m not clinically depressed, but I sure feel like I am. I hate myself more than I hate hitler. At least he’ll be remembered. I on the other hand, have done nothing. I feel like a constant disappointment to my friends and family. I avoid being around them, because people can always tell I’m on edge. I hate how I look, how I act, how I talk, and what I do. I have started avoiding even my best friends because I’m afraid I’ll mess up, and loose their trust. I’m all alone, and every time I try to get help I’m always dismissed as being selfish. I’m so sick of it. Hell I’m getting mad at myself for not finding the right words for this rant. I’ve beaten nexus myself for the past 3 years now, and the only reason I haven’t killed myself yet is due to my lack of motivation. I second guess literally the very words I use in basic sentences. But when I am around people, I act like this cheerful, confident guy. But I’m the actual opposite. I’m just done with life.