I’m sitting here, in the beginning of the year, thinking about my accomplishments and I realized I don’t have any. When I was a child, I knew what I wanted to do and be. At this time, I am nowhere near reaching those goals. I am in my 27th year of life and I feel like a complete failure. I have this desire to have love in my life, but at the same time I don’t want to love anyone and be vulnerable. I don’t want to open up and show any of my weaknesses. I feel like I need rest. I want to relax and do nothing for a while. I feel life is sad, unfair, and cruel. I have a desire to raise a child into becoming a remarkable human being, but also feel it is cruel to force someone to eventually live life on his or her own, fend for themselves, and have to deal with losing me eventually. I have trouble being myself to anyone. I’m always someone different to different people. I don’t want to be judged. I feel like giving up on life sometimes. I’ve practically given up on all my dreams anyway. I always dread the New Year. I can’t seem to see it as a new beginning.



Does anybody else do this to themselves this time of year?

Depressingly, yes