(Another one about myself, back when I was an emotional nervous wreck, constantly depressed about life in general.)

These last few years have passed by as if they never existed. Perhaps the never did. My life has been a virtual blur of reality, moving by much too quickly to mean anything, leaving me in a state of absolute numbness. What few pleasant moments I may have actually enjoyed, has been all but erased by a never-ending state of depression, isolation, anger and sadness. These emotions work on my mind and body, reducing me to a mere shell of a human being. Indeed, much less than one. A useless form of life, or what remains of it. Few and far between are those happy occasions, while many negative experiences always linger. I am nothing. My life means nothing. Why should I amount to anything when I do not exist.