This is week 27 of my depression and I still have no clue what the hell is going on. All I do is play games and read Popular Science, which I have discovered is rather unpopular. A girl talked to me today and I couldn't remember how to respond so I stayed quiet and shamed myself for the next 6 hours. Finally, I'm still having trouble finding a job that pays me wads of money for contributing nothing to society and solely developing my eccentric and impractical personal interests. I don't understand what anyone is feeling ever. Should I go to grad school, again?
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I'm reading my 33rd philosophy book thinking that it will
help me avoid my feelingsgive me insight. Will it? Only I know the answer.
Oh my FUCKING GOD!!!!!!!!!!! LOOK AT THE VIDEO I PUT UP ON YOUTUBE OF ME DOING SOMETHING!!!!!!!1111111111111111! I DID SOMETHING!! LOOK AT ME AND MY FRIENDS1!!!!
You are no longer my friends. I'm crying right now because someone said my artwork wasn't sad enough to be good.