The fact that I honestly believe right now that it would be better if I didn't exist, at all, and never had.
Yes, I'm depressed. Yes, I'll get over it. Yes, I'm sure someone will use this against me or tell me to keep this stuff to myself or, "get over it."
My total lack of motivation and enjoyment in the things I like to do are also pissing me off.
This is a chronic issue for me, which is why I posted that I doubt I'll ever
have a career. I can't follow through with anything.

Hell, sometimes I can't even
start anything.
Feeling like a real piece of...turd...right now.
[EDIT] I'm also feeling like a real freak right now and that I have no place in society. I can't be me without offending someone and I always, always need to be conscious of how my best intentions need to be perceived.