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Dear Diary, Iam depressed ๐, nothing in my life matters to me. All around me I see waisted plans and purposes and the pointless ventures of men. Everyone goes about there day and for what? I just can't see any value in that. Im just not seeing it. They do nothing for me and I add nothing to them. I'm surrounded by people and yet I'm the loneliest person on this world. When my depression does lift I have to contend with my destructive unforgiveing behaviour. I do not put trust in man; they will only let you down, they say they care but they say it with empty Words. So I go around in silence and except my fate. So what is at the end of this melancholy state of mind? Nothing, just nothing, no hope, no purpose.