I feel so fucking useless every day of my life. I'm not even sure why I'm living atp. I'm not gonna kms because I don't see a point, life is just the same boring shit every day and I imagine death wouldn't be much more exciting. And at the same time I feel bad for feeling this way because my life isn't that bad, as in I'm not poor, I go to a good school, my parents don't like abuse me out something, I should be fine. I'm not fine. I feel horrible, to the point where I wanna kms every other day, and then realize that there isn't even a point in that.
I don't cry anymore. I used to, when I was 12, but now I haven't cried in over a year, and like only 3 times the last 2. I don't know if this is a positive thing or not.
I don't have any motivation to do anything. When I wake up I think something like, I should draw something, or I should read in that book, or I should play less video games today and go for a walk or do something outside. And then I don't and I feel even worse because I disappointed myself in doing anything at all