I was raised in a nice household with a nice family. I’ve always had nice things, things that people say will make them happy. I despise it all. I can’t stand the sight of myself, I hate this all. I don’t know why I can’t be happy. I don’t know why no matter how many medications or therapy sessions I go through, I feel no different. I claim to believe in love, yet I am not so sure why. My girlfriend is the most wonderful thing in my life along with my friends, but love seems to have nothing to do with it. Sure, I love them, but I can’t ever feel loved back. No one could love me. All I want is death. There’s something wrong with me. But I’m not so sure anymore that it can be fixed
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Hmm, what about going in for extreme experiences? I mean, instead of sitting at the mirror and looking at your umbilical button, why dont you go for an exploration to the world where people are on the edge of life? I am refering to the very elderly, the ill, the disable or the victims of poverty, wars or worst. I definitively believe that as you describe it there are no tablets to cure that.