my life is meaningless.

although i suppose that, on some level, life in general is meaningless, mine in particular lacks any motivation and fails to fulfill or produce. compared to most 25 year olds, i’m a child. i’m poor as dirt. i barely work 15 hours a week. i take one class. i do nothing creative with all of my free time.

take away the comparison to others, and the facts remain. i still feel badly about being such a worthless piece of shit; i can’t make myself worthwhile to anyone else, and i can’t fill my emptiness up, either.