As of late, I feel as if whatever I do does not matter. I could do anything, say anything, write, draw, etcetera, etcetera and it wouldn't phase through much. Maybe I did something wrong or I'm not doing something right, I just want to know if I am and maybe something can be done, but hell if I know. Sometimes I hate making these, might give someone the wrong idea and assume that I just want attention, praise, appreciation, or whatever else like a cry for help because of suicidal tendencies, at least I'll try to make it clear. It's hard to think positive about it all, it makes me feel I'm just lying to myself. I just can't.. But I can't let others worry or get pestered or something.
I just don't know what to do any more.