A few nights ago I was staring at myself in the mirror, and for a while I could not recognize myself. Everything felt floaty, it was like I was looking at another person and not my reflection. It kills any self confidence I could have to know that's how people see me.
I have two weeks of vacation left. It feels so good to be able to stay at home all day long, not having to worry about deadlines or having to deal with people. It sucks to know pretty much none of my dreams will ever come true, because most are impossible to begin with.
I'll probably never be happy ever, and of course my mother loves to say how happy I was as a kid, as if I didn't know. No one takes my depression seriously, they just pretend I never came out to them, that I asked for help. But of course I should just shrug it off and live my life according to them.