For years, I have been in despair and never quite found a way out. Distractions used to mean something to me. Games used to bring momentary dopamine and companionship. Food used to fill the gaping hole within me. Friends used to occupy spaces that were consuming me. Family used to be the only thing I could rely on. But as the years passed by, I anticipated that things would get better for me, and they did. I found friends that I could trust; family bonds that grew stronger as I matured; games that used to be my only source of dopamine now remained as something to kill time; and food that could fill my stomach until I was blinded by the greed for more was now something I could properly manage. Change drastically helped me and destroyed me. The only consistent thing in my life is this deep, insufferable depression that has stolen every opportunity for me. I can't keep the little happiness I preserved for myself anymore because I want to be loved by the people around me. Is it that hard?