I kinda get where did this all come from: fucking hormones. I feel suppressed by my own emotions of regret and uselessness, I'm in a middle of existential crisis thinking about best ways to commit a suicide. I guess I'm me, but that always whining baby-like me, a little attention seeker girl with huge issues. I feel like I'm zero. Nothing. Garbage. I'm so unhappy about how the things turned out. I feel like I'm sinking down the abyss of worthlessness and each year I see myself serving coffee for the rest of my life more and more clear.