Sometimes I hate...

... being me.

Why? I've had the luxury of being born into a loving, caring family of a middle-upper socioeconomic class. I've been given everything I could want, could need. So why do I feel so hollow inside.

Why am I so afraid of the future. Why does thinking about my future make me wish that there wasn't one. Why do I feel so alone, so fucked up, so worthless. So unworthy?

I don't understand why or how I can feel this way. There's nothing wrong, but everything feels wrong.