 I just had a man talk to me at the gas station I frequent. He was a really nice guy and we talked about my work (uniform was on). I work one of, if not the best paying jobs in the area for no college degree. I have a nice vehicle, a bigish house, and absolutely no money problems.

 Even with all of this, I still hate it. I know I am lucky and should be incredibly grateful for what I have, but I can't help but feel like it isn't enough. I'm still depressed. I still feel like my life is nothing but work, sleep, and eat. I am going to die one day and all I will have done is work and be sad.

 I feel guilty.