It's been 7 months since I left the restaurant business.
I've never been more depressed with my life than I am right now. Once again things are not working out at all liked I planned.
I used to be someone else. Someone I admired. Someone I thought would amount to something in life. But I don't know who I am anymore. I hate the person I've become.
I'm so depressed. It's slowly killing me. I can't remember the last time a day when be when I didn't think I'd be better off dead.
Today I thought I was having a heart attack. Or maybe I was hoping it was a heart attack. I don't know.
This shit sucks.