Dear everyone, what’s the point of everything? What’s the point of “living in the moment” and making memories if you’re just going to die in the end. What’s the point of living if everyday you feel emptiness. Like there is something missing within you. What’s the point if you ask for help from someone and the advice only last for one day. And then you go back to this miserable state you were in. Where was god when I asked him for help. For the last 3 years asking to take the pain away. And then that pain still hasn’t fully went away. And now I can’t even love someone or hug someone cuz how can I? I can’t even love myself. What’s the point of giving advice to people when you can’t even feel happy. Why can other people feel happy but not me? No matter how much sleep I get, no matter what I eat I am so tired. I am tired of waking up. I am tired of going to sleep. I am tired of taking a shower and doing my hair. I am tired of watching dumbass shows and YouTube videos. And I am so fucking tired of asking for help and talking to people . For once in my life the only thing I want is for myself to be content. But it never happens. I know that there is not going to be one day where everything magically falls to place but instead you have to work for it but I’ve been working for 3 years not including this year. Nothing has changed. I want to be happy. I don’t want to stick medication down my throat, I don’t want to find a way to feel something like harming yourself. I just want to feel joy. Is that too much to ask?