dreaming of not being me

I spend most of my time lately wishing I were not me – wishing I didn’t have to go through every day feeling depressed and anxious, wondering what in the world I can do or could be doing, trying to find a way to get back to feeling good again and to doing something productive and useful with my lfie again. I am tired of depression, boredom, feeling alone, feeling hurt and angry over friends who have left me alone to deal with all the impact of how they treated me by myslef, refusing to talk with me to work things out with them as if that is some acceptable means of dealing with people, and in general, just feeling hurt and used and annoyed at much of life for not showing some kindness and compassion and caring.

I think those who cannot understand that is why we are here need to grow up.