Just another post to vent, but I'm at a point again where I have no interest in anything. I don't want to play video games, I don't want to work on art, I don't want to do anything I normally enjoy. I'm not surprised because this has happened a couple times in the past but it sucks that it's happening again.
Because I don't have a job, I also don't have a lot of money to spare (literally $1500 to my name) and just yesterday I made a $160 purchase for some trading cards I don't need, but currently, TCG's are the only thing that keep me even slightly entertained, so I thought it was worth it at the time. In the end, I regretted it and it just made me feel worse for spending money I really don't have.
Aside from that, it's the same old story of wishing I wasn't born and that maybe I should be taking my frustrations out on my parents instead of myself. Like maybe if they were dead, that would act as some kind of poetic justice for bringing me into the world.
Because I don't have a job, I also don't have a lot of money to spare (literally $1500 to my name) and just yesterday I made a $160 purchase for some trading cards I don't need, but currently, TCG's are the only thing that keep me even slightly entertained, so I thought it was worth it at the time. In the end, I regretted it and it just made me feel worse for spending money I really don't have.
Aside from that, it's the same old story of wishing I wasn't born and that maybe I should be taking my frustrations out on my parents instead of myself. Like maybe if they were dead, that would act as some kind of poetic justice for bringing me into the world.
For anyone who might be curious, my parents did try their best to raise me and give me a good life. In that sense, they're the most wonderful parents anyone could have asked for, but knowing what we know now, that mental illness can be passed through genetics, and that depression runs all through my mother's side of the family, I'll never forgive them for having a child. What a fucking selfish idea.