Chronic fatigue and insomnia.

But I am. Check mate, atheists.

I’ve lost the things that make me happy. My wife, my dogs, the closest things that I’ll ever have to children, and I’ll never have them back. Every day seemed like a frantic chase to a goal that I’ll never see, and as I plod along, I become an emptier shell than the day I was before.

What would be the point?

If you are happy you are a target, you still haven’t lost hope and you still have something that can be taken away.

I’m lonely and hate myself, and I hate myself too much to move towards not being lonely.

Also I’m in the Navy, and I work insane hours.

I have balls.

Why should I be?

Almost every issue I have right now goes back to billionaires, fascism, or capitalism. The last two years have been the most difficult of my life so far, and literally existential. I just nearly avoided statelessness and now I can’t legally work following a layoff, so I’ve been living off of savings

Dunno

I don’t really have any complaints, I’m just not a very happy person

Because 46 and lost remote job, and after working a year from home dread having to go into work. Especially with gas what it is and I live in shit hole state with no public transportation. Add to the fact that I must try find work in this economy while dealing with ageism. Just fucking hate this shit.

I suffer with self confidence and consider myself forgettable

just found out my boyfriend of nearly 9 years has been emotionally cheating on me for the last 3 months, thanks to a drunken slip-up. what’s funny is it would’ve been fine if it was just sex, but no… boundaries had to be tested.

I miss happiness

At this point I can only blame my broken brain.