No my life isn't bad. If any thing I was spoiled growing up. I grew up in an almost perfect little house in the suburbs with two parents who loved me and gave me everything I could ever want. I went to a nice school and was top of my class.
Even now that I'm a lazy bum my parents are still kind enough to give me a roof over my head and food. Hell they even gave me a car, not that I have anywhere to go. It's nice to just drive around for an hour or two and think, makes my parents think I have a social life.
I know full well all my bull $#%^ is in my head but know that only makes it worse. I feel like a horrible person to have been so privalged and to have become such a wreck when there are so many people so much worse off than me, and they can still make something of themselves. I'm nothing but a burden and a shame to my parents. At least in my mind, I know they don't think that way of me.
The first time I was arrested my depression was about as bad as it's ever been. I'm pretty good at it, but I couldn't hide that much pain. My mom hugged me and said "we still love you." My heart absolutely ######6 shattered. They raised me to be so much better, they deserve so much better.