I hate my life. I don’t drive but I want to..my grandma has to drive me to work every single morning. I can’t do what I actually would like to be doing on my free time because you need a f****** car to go anywhere nowadays. Just the thought of having to work every single day of my life until I die is already killing me inside. My mood changes so rapidly every week. One day Im finally feeling okay. Not amazing, but not sad. Just okay. But the next day, I just want to scream into the void. I work out every Saturday to at least stay healthy I guess. just to feel something. Anything. I’m numb at this point. I feel very stuck.