Bad day.....bad, bad day. Another day that ends with me wondering what the hell I'm doing here. Picturing myself walking out and doing the 'unthinkable' and being okay with it. I'm not going crazy because I'm home all the time, not bored with life, etc. Just so incredibly frustrated and nothing I do ever seems right, to matter or even cared about, so what's the point of even trying anymore. I feel like when I talk people just stare, like I speak a foreign language or I'm a stranger with no valued opinion. This pushes me into the 'I don't care' mode, which I can't stand.