I don't think I really do anything to contribute much to society, and the things I try to do, I usually fail at. My job gives me mental breakdowns, and I don't know how to cope with life in general. Yesterday I was feeling like I just didn't want to live anymore. Sometimes I actually research "painless" ways to die. I think my family loves me, but I don't think they really need me. I am not really great at anything, so it's not like anyone is dependent on me. I think even my therapist has kind of given up on me.
For the last three years there has been an increase of leaks that were almost worth gathering sliding glass doors from the roadside to cover with. I really didn't have any idea how to manage this. I would let my family know that I was on the bucket brigade, so couldn't join them if it was raining. They tookit as me joking about a smallleak. It's an old house, 1926. So damage had to be repaired as...
The weekend's just begun. I just felt exhausted all day and it's raining now so I'll curl up with my tea :)