I really, really hate my life at the minute. I've got nothing to do, I'm so bored, and I'm so anxious. I keep being anxious about my every thought it seems, constantly being ashamed of past events, hating myself over minute details. I'm sick and tired of it all. This isn't life, this is just an existence, a hellish existence. Why can't this stupid anxiety leave me the f*ck alone. I never did anything to get this anxiety, yet it constantly persists. I hate existing at this current time.