I feel like a bit of a fraud being on this site. I don't have any tragic back stories that explain why I am so miserable. My parents are both alive and we have a loving relationship, I have some good friends although I don't get to see them much. Although I choose not to share with people, I could if I wished to and I'm sure at least a few people would listen. I am lonely but that is my fault. I am paranoid that my friends are only humouring me by being my friends. I don't want to bother them so I don't get in touch as much as I'd like. Again, this is my fault. I don't know why I'm like this and why I assume people don't really like me.
I just feel so sad. No terrible event has set this off. It's pathetic. I read other people's stories on here and it's clear why they are depressed. There is nothing like that in my past. I don't know why I feel like this and why every day it's so hard to get going and keep going.