Life Sucks

Life fucking sucks. Might as well get that out of the way now.
Some days it would be so much easier if it were just fucking over. And some days it seems like it already is, like living days that have no substance.
I’m living, but not really there.
Why does my life suck? I’m fat, I’m ugly, I’m mentally disturbed, I’m lonely, and everything.g is quite frankly very miserating. My motivation to do anything worthwhile has blantantly disappeared over the past few months. The larger disorders, the social phobias, the binge eating disorder, the anxiety, the OCD, the paranoia, they’ve been there for years. Depression has waned back and forth, but recently its just kind of taken an absolute head dive into the oblivion. I can’t find one thing that I’m enjoying anymore that isn’t hurting me. I’ve gotten to the point where I’ve given up on myself, and bringing myself back seems to be getting more and more distant and less and less of an option.