Ever since I was a little kid I've felt this unending sadness. Tried therapy, meds, sex, exercise, only drinking numbs it temporarily. I don't know what to do.

You think I'm going to Florida so I can get us a house and a job and save money to move in together. I'm moving to Florida to get away from you. I despise you.

I am fat and you aren't. Why do you hate me again? If you are so happy you are thin and "healthy" why are you so busy talking about me

I've come to the conclusion that life is a constant battle, fighting for happiness. Nobody is as happy as they seem.

I'm sixteen and have never gone out with a girl, I usually block out the loneliness, But sometimes I cry and wonder if I'll ever be good enough for anyone.