I don't think I can stand my coworkers anymore. I'm not interested in their lives, and I'm particularly fed up with two of them. They spend all their time together—you have to wonder if they ever work alone—and I feel completely left out. I hate the apathy and ordinariness of #1, who is nonetheless praised left and right. It’s like she refuses to have a controversial opinion, or to acknowledge that there’s a problem—she’s always so… bland? It makes me sick. And 2, with her nose always sticking into everything, all the time, and her constant judging. How can she love gossip so much and yet be so quick to judge REAL accounts of mental health issues? The world is in a bad place, I don’t know what I want to do with my life, I don’t feel like making an effort anymore, but something inside me is convinced that it’s the only way to move forward???? So I hate myself for not being able to be more proactive.... I want to die, sometimes.