I'm steadily descending into a state of depression, I lack any motivation...

I'm steadily descending into a state of depression, I lack any motivation, I get little to no enjoyment from activities I once loved. It kinda hurts more being aware of my own dislike to these things, I don't even feel comfortable around my friends anymore, like they're good people, but it's as if I cant enjoy their company, I want to be with them, but simultaneously want to be isolated from the world. Deep down I feel so empty, as if something within me broke, worst part is I just don't know what's wrong anymore, it feels almost impossible to tell anyone how I really feel, so I thought I do it here under this veil of anonymity, but I want some solace in the fact I'm not the only one feeling like this, it's normal right?

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yes user same boat.

Aren't you angry? Stop being depressed and get angry

For what?
It's two sides of the same coin and both are useless.

How old are you? I hit this at about 35 or 36. Family, successful career, all that.

Wrong, anger is a motivator. Depression is slow death

It's called entering your adult life. Strap yourself in user, the ride never ends.

same 33 here

Motivator for what?
Are you going to storm onto Indeed.com and anger your resume at people?

Are you going to rage your way into a University?
Are you going to vex your way into a mortgage, a stable income in a job that doesn't make you want to kill yourself?

No.
There is no way out.
Once you're fucked - you're fucked.

There is no helping you is there

I guess some people just WANT to be losers

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Only 15 so it could be hormones and shit, but I bottle up my emotions and they're starting to sleep out, I don't want that though

To be fair rage sounds like an easy solution, but I don't want to ruin things with people I care about

In a fit of alcoholism and pure anguish i threw all my art supplies out. I now realize my dream of being an artist and tattoo designer is stupid

Why do you believe it's stupid, if you still call it a dream, isn't it something you still pursue?

Nice replies, faggots.
Guessing you're both in the exact same positions and don't actually have a solution but to keep deluding yourselves.

Stupid as in "not achievable", or as in just a stupid idea in general... because it's pretty achievable, but I won't disagree that it's stupid.

However I'm bias and have a huge chip on my shoulder for the arts, because I was an art-student and adamant on being one through school.
It fucked my life up completely and now I have to live with the mistakes I made as a teenager and try to find a way to claw my way back out of it into something actually worthwhile.

what's the point anymore, I should just do another year of collage to learn some fucking math I barely understand. I know I can't be a success due to all the failures that I've gone trough. I'm tired of trying and fighting for a place in this world. I wish I could an hero but I'm too much of a coward to do so

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Nigga' I'm there with you right now.

I wish I was back in 94' I was young and happy, Iw was in middle school and I was just the nostalgia of it all, I remember the good times, Its like just I want to go back to my beanbag in my basement and play some N64 or some other vidia. Its now way later than I expected to live, I do have a life and I am going to school to learn all that but I just want to be back there, playing Mariokart or something on those cool nights where my house was lit by those orange streetlights and the sound and smell of the fields near my house where I made love for the first time. I miss that I miss what I had and now its the end of the west and all I can do is drink and hope for the end to be quick or for my job to finally kill me. sorry for going scitzo but I am just typing form stream of conciseness

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>15

finna get boinked by mods

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>what's the point anymore, I should just do another year of collage to learn some fucking math I barely understand. I know I can't be a success due to all the failures that I've gone trough. I'm tired of trying and fighting for a place in this world. I wish I could an hero but I'm too much of a coward to do so


I vibe with what your saying, I've tried being an optimist for the majority of my life, but recently my ideals are collapsing because this world we live in has changed drastically over the years, since I'm quite young and scared of the idea of leaving for college entirely, I don't think I'd be qualified or know what I'm saying to give a solid opinion on that matter, but I hope things do get better for you, if you believe you're a coward that doesn't have to define you, you do want to help people, you want to be a hero, you've got a good heart that's what's important

Oof uh i meant 216

One day I came to Ashtaya Milvbert and they told me that an empty mind and lack of feeling can be a number of things. Emotions are chemical and depression can come in at any time seemingly for no reason and ravage your entire existence. They told be that medication can help tremendously and return your feelings back to you. But also any change in your current situation can usher change in mood. Every second your brain processes information and decides how to react to it often without your knowledge. I think it’s also important to understand that there are many moments when you snap out of a haze that are lead you to where you are and you find that you might only be living the life you lead because of a fantasy you have constructed and not because of the way things actually are. So you will realize that maybe your friends no longer interest you or do not meet your needs or show the proper care you thought you would be able to do without prior. You might discover you are not what you thought you were yourself and it helps to try to open your mind and try to understand different people and ways of living. Maybe you will find a new hobby that you never thought you’d find joy in. Or find you actually like extroverted situations. Or any sort of identity discoveries. It will help to be kinder to yourself and try to talk with someone about these feelings to at least better understand yourself.

-Rana

Don't apologise.
This is how a lot of people feel.

This is how I feel.

I used to have hobbies, hopes, friends and a girl that I'll never forget.
Music used to make me feel things and all I needed was my headphones and my girlfriend.

I want to be a teenager again, but that can't happen, and blind hope for something to change for the better is childish and unrealistic, so the next best thing is getting the watch the fireworks.

Problem is you are a goyim op. Become part of the jewish master race and the world is your oyster.

I could imagine changing up a few words to make it more rhyme-y and turning this into a freestyle rap to a sad lofi beat with piano

if youre fifteen just chill. you literally dont know your purpose or the real struggles you will face. your time is precious and you should cherish it. think positive. fake it. smile and compliment things. dont let yourself down

God, I remember my trip to cape cod, I lived in a huge, huge cape house for week. I remember having sex in the kitchen because I was stupid and thought they would hear us in my room. It was a festival or something, I forget, it was some of the best memories I have. I remember the time I was washed up in New York and sold cocaine, I remember seeing the pain I caused people, I remember stabbing a crackhead when he came at me, I don't know if he lived, Jesus I remember so much of my youth. I remember the time we got M80s and rolled them down a hill on a tire and we watched it catch on fire in the river, it was fun. I can't go back and Id be ashamed if I go back

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Fuck, you're right.

I wish I was back in 94' when I was young and I was happy - It was just the nostalgia of it all.

Just want to go back to my beanbag in my basement and play some N64 or some other vidia just like I did before.

I didn't expect to live this long; I do have a life and I am going to school to learn to deal with all of it's strife.

But I just want to be back there, playing Mariokart on cool nights, where my house was lit up by those orange streetlights.

Listen to me! Go, buy some prozac first, start taking it once a day for about one month, then go and tell this shit to a doctor, believe in me, this is the solution.