I don’t understand why I feel so damn depressed. When I compare my life to that of others I feel like I’ve lived so much more and have been given far beyond what they’ve received. Every time I happen to smash my life into a brick wall after living it at top speed I manage to escape unscathed, yet my feelings of gratitude are extremely short-lived and I’m quickly abundant with malicious feelings toward myself.

I have everything going for me but I’m not going for anything.