What's the point? Why do I take all these meds? Why do I go to therapy? Why am I bothering to go back to school? None of it means anything. I don't see a future. I feel like sh it. I'm tired of feeling like sh it. I was hoping to get hit by a car as I crossed the street today. My T tells me, "it's all part of the process." Yea, well the process fu cking sucks. Process this, I want to die. But the sun will come up tomorrow and I'll go to work, just like I always do. Why do I bother?