I have a good life. I am mentally and physically healthy. I have the opportunity to study. I have some friends and live in good conditions.
Yet I hate my life. I am not as successful as I want to be, which is hugely because of my laziness. I don't have a girlfriend and never had one. I am not a good person, I don't help as I could and should. But the worst thing is, that I am unable and even more unwilling to act. I don't want to do anything to get out of my misery. I feel like I am trapped in a pit of sadness and dark thoughts, but I am not even trying to get out. I am pathetic, because I rather think about killing myself than overcoming my fears and flaws to become a better person. I know, that I don't have depression, since these thougts only elude me on my darker days, while I live more or less untroubled usually. But I almost wish I had depression, so I would have an excuse for being, what I am. Something I could blame for being like I am.
The truth is though, that I feel worthless, because I am worthless. I am too cowardly and lazy to change and I am too afraid of ending it once and for all. I am just a waste of space and time. I don't know what to do, because I feel like I cannot go on, nor can I go back. I am somewhere, where I don't want to be, and nowehere at all at the same time. I wish I was someone else. I wish I would have never existed. I wish I would just vanish.