alternate title: i am depress
I can't think of a single thing that I've done that's worthwhile. NOTHING. Everything I try to excel at, someone has already beaten me to it. What do I have to my name? The fact that I can read five books a day? the five novels rotting away on my flash drive I can't seem to finish?
I am nothing in the scheme of life.
Best quote ever: "If the Bible says I have to love you like I love myself, and I'm suicidal, what does that mean for you?"
Why can't I be good at something for once? "Oh wow, you can write!" what sort of claim is this? Only 5% of writers in today's marker actually find a JOB in it, and those odds don't look good for me.
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on a more positive note . . . sorry, can't seem to find it. Thought I had it, and I don't. Delightful.
~Jink of depression
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