I'm angry at myself before anybody else, because I cannot adapt. You say everyone feels the same way I do. Some might be, but the evidence is that most people have a life, and somehow they belong to this world. All my class peer are married, have kids, own houses and cars, and I'm still not settled, don't have a stable job, no family, no kids, nothing.

My pride prevents me from seeking or accepting help. I feel inferior when seeking help. Also when I help others, I feel myself like a servant to others. I tried to help people, and I was exploited, because this is what happens to socially naive people like myself. It's painful with people, and it's painful without them.

I'm already away from my parents, but still I'm not happy. I carried all my problems with me, and the only way to live is to solve these problems, which seems impossible.