I think that's definitely true, shattered sanity. I don't hate the people around me who are happy, but I don't understand it, and that's what makes me angry. Sometimes I just wish they could be as depressed as me, if only for a day, so that they would be able to understand me or know what I'm going through.

It's hard being so down all the time and having no motivation, then seeing all the people around me who can live their lives perfectly normally (even if they are hiding it, they are doing a better job than me). Some days just leaving the house is hard for me, and when I do, I see people around me who are going about their day perfectly normally...and I want that. So badly. I would love to have a job or go back to university, but it seems like such a distant prospect for me right now. I hate depression so much.