Do I suffer from mental illness? Hell no, I enjoy every moment of it.

I've always been sure of what I wanted out of life. I've never been sure that I ever got any of it.

I know who I never was. I am clueless on who I will become.

I always hoped I'd figure out who I am someday. I hope it's soon, I think I'm running out of time.

I've never been able to figure out if my depression causes my screwed-up life, or my screwed-up life causes my depression.