Having One of Those Days

I feel like I'm sitting by a mailbox waiting on a letter from a friend letting me know that he or she cares and that I matter in the world.

And that mail never comes.

Where do I go from here?

I don't want to live to be 100 years. The world has become such a bad place. (Like were there ANY good times in the world?)

Everyone has forgotten about me. I have no friends nor confidantes.

I am cut off mid-sentence and told not to worry about anything. Easy for you to say.

People with mental illnesses are one of the most discriminated of all. It hurts. It really does.

Food and sleep are my favorite two things now. I am gaining weight and I cannot control that though I have cut out calories.