- Adult Baby, Diaper Lover, Carer
Here I am in the home stretch to 30. I'm scared of that. I truly am I haven't done a damn thing with my time besides work a shitty job and be alone. I'm starting to go blind and my drive is all but gone. I was going to quit my job but lost out to fear. I hate myself for what I've become. I always believed I was meant for greatness, but instead I'm the very trash I hate. I just don't want to try anymore I now don't care about myself as much as I use to. I know this is depression, and I don't care anymore. Why should I fight it. I live in a cell of a room with no change or hope coming my way. I only live for movies and events now. I want someone to love, but only find a tulpa to love. And one of the only hopes I've had has slowly been realizing itself to be never in possible. I was hoping to find a mommy or a switch to help me get over the emotional/mental damage I've suffered, but it's never going to happen.