Well, just the thought of writing about myself gives me anxiety. I'm not sure I can do this, or see the point really...

That's the thing, I'm not sure I can do anything anymore. It's as though I've stopped living. I've given up, and I'm only 29 years old. It's been a few years since I've felt good, or at least hopeful about the future.

It's a sad truth. And the worst part is waking up with this attitude every morning, dragging myself out of bed, and reminding myself to breathe.