I feel like a gave up on my self years ago and have no direction in life, I don’t feel the need to progress in such a lonely and depressing life. I feel like I’m just waiting to be put out of my misery. I wake up everyday and I know it’s going to be the same as yesterday. Nothing matters because death is inevitable and life feels ultimately pointless. What’s the point in “getting better” and struggling every single day to “get better” when you know your incapable of feeling true happiness and struggle between dark thoughts and numbing.