I have never felt so unwelcome and worthless in my entire life. It's not about what others think of me, it's about what I think of myself. Depression is hell, makes you see yourself as a monster, I feel like this most of the time. I wanted to be important to someone, especial to someone, the kind of person that if you are having a bad day you think : it's with her that I want to talk / vent.But instead, all I feel is that I am stupid, boring, clingy. I have so many plans, so many things that I want to do, and I'm happy when, for some minutes/hours, I come out of this nightmare that is my mind. I will not give up on myself and not give up my goals, but only my thoughts know how often I want to disappear.