I feel terrible right now, despairing and self-loathing. I wish I wasn’t a delicate snowflake (in the fragile sense, not the political sense) who gets upset by everything. I know life has to be hard so that we grow, but I wish it didn’t have to hurt quite so much, so much of the time. I wish I could be happy for more than a couple of months at a time, before being separated by several years of depression and things going wrong. I wish I could have the everyday happiness that other people seem to get, even when things are hard. I wish I could cope with disappointment and failure better. I wish I could just deal with things the way other people are able to do, to just get up and get a new job, a new home, a new life. And I wish I didn’t blame myself for everything.