What is wrong with me?

I'm...trying. I just don't know how much longer I can keep going. Everything is difficult and getting worse.

I don't know anything anymore. Everything is fucked. And everything is fine. And I just want to stop thinking.

I'm not a bad person. But I'm far from perfect. But why should I keep trying when a terrifying number of people are going out of their way to be downright evil? Hell, maybe the world doesn't deserve the better version of me. But I can't go back to living the way I was.