Does. This. ********. Ever. End???

I can't keep living like this. Any of it - the guilt, the rage, the frustration, the regret, everything. It never ****ing ends, it's always there. I keep hoping some change will fix things, or at least ameliorate them. But no change comes, and the thoughts and worry remain.

I bailed on my job search class, and probably will keep doing so. There's no point. I'm totally unemployable, and I hate myself for it. I just got rejected from two more jobs. I ran away from home because I'm effing immature and couldn't bear the control anymore. I'm done.