I've recently noticed that I've been so fucking negative lately. It's awful. I can feel my friends becoming bored of me because all I do is complain about my life. Whenever I write it's always about something horrible, awful, and negative. I can't remember the last time I felt truly positive about my life. I guess it's hard when I just feel as though I'm stuck. I guess it's hard because I'm not exactly thriving at my new job as I expected I would. I guess it's hard because I still don't know if I'm ever going to get accepted into grad school. I guess it's hard because nobody told me that growing up was going to be this depressing.

No wonder adults are so fucking depressed all the time. My problems haven't even yet begun to scratch the surface, and I've already become so depressed with my life.