After long-lasting thoughts

I can put many things into complete sentences and hope and try to see that things become nothing more but an open book, my life has been completely turned into a boring confession of thrills with little tests and depression. But I’m back, the song of the week begins now in 2020. There I have nothing but, I have thoughts of boredom loneliness depression and just kind of long ending everything that made me think I was intelligent became was so irrelevant to people but, I have so much to say, for myself “not really” .I’m tired of course of waiting. I thought I thought I deserved employment, and I thought deserved happier parents and less abusive friends, less creepy coworkers and a more ecstatic sex life and morale is really low.