Hi...I don't know where to begin, my story has no beginning and end seems nowhere near. I think I don't deserve to live... I'm 20 years old and for past few years all I can feel is emptiness. Every night happy memories start to appear in my head and I realize how I used to be carefree, how I loved some things, still didn't value some others and it makes me sad I could cry anytime. What am I talking about, not "could", actually I cry even tough I'm a man. Sometimes I look at mysekf in mirror and say to myself "What are you doing to yourself?!", but I can't get an answer. I feel like all there is is a darkness in my heart, empty space in my head, no realizable visions of my future. I hate myself the way I am now and I want to change. But it's hard, especially when everything around you demotivates you, when you don't see progress and get demotivated again. It's hard to do things alone...I've lost all my friends I've ever had. They grew bored of me, they don't want me around...I guess. Now I don't really have a life, I spend most of my time on computer, eat and sleep. It's sad but that's it. Occasionally I see my remaining friend(s), like once in a week but I don't feel the bond strong as before. I feel bad physichaly too, my body is in a bad condition. I feel weak all the time and look very bad...I really have to change. There are these complexes too...too many of them to write. I know it's all my fault...but again when I think about it there is more to it than just me. I tend to blame my parents for my situation...if I can call them parents. As longs as I rememeber they were fightning and I remember the times when I cried because of their quarrels. And know I realize that I really don't feel related to them, my way of thinking is much more different than theirs. They have never supported me in anything, I was always "different". Since elementary school I wasn't allowed to the things the other kids did. My father called me few times a freak. I can't name a single thing that I've learned from my parents. But still, I think they love me...in their own way...I can't blame them. Again it comes down to me, I know it's my fault and that I should take control over myselft...but I can't...there are too many restrictions. I use to think "money isn't everything", but the life everyday keeps showing me otherwise. I don't even have money for basic needs...I'm too dependat on others. I need a money for a simplest things, for a things I love I need money and I don't have it. There is a million things Id like to do, to try but I can't...you need money. I grew bored of everything, I don't see hope in anything anymore...The things that used to be fun are just boring...I've been too long in one place...I'm tired of this people and my town...I want to see new places, meet new people, experience a lot of things, feel love and hate, feel normal emotions not this black hole. And after all, despite everyting, I'm happy. I know, it's strange but I'm grateful for my life, for all the things I've experienced so far, for all the things I've seen, for all the people I've met, all the music I heard, it's really precious to me no matter how bad my situation is. I don't want to forget, but time keeps erasing my memories, everyday it's harder to remember good things, good people, it takes longer to do so, it's cruel. But I believe that I can change, I'll try...and maybe one day I'll be able to say "that's it". I'm sorry...