Jesus fucking christ I hate my life I hate the world I just hate everything. Existence is miserable.

There’s just no way I can think of to spin my current situation as being in anyway positive besides “it could be worse” which obviously it always can be, but that doesn’t mean I’m in a good place. I truly feel like I’m at the lowest point I’ve ever been. This past year has taken from me all but house and home (and family). I can’t think of a single thing I’ve gained from it. I’ve only lost things.