Usually I'm not conscious of it. I just don't think about it, and just get on with things as they come. Every so often, though, I do think to myself and I realise that I actually hate my life. I really do abhor my existence. There's nothing about it that redeems any sense of happiness. I used to be a very happy-go-lucky person, but have, in the last few years, descended and transformed into someone whose mood is a very stable, monotonous, one-levelled one. I am never excited about anything, nothing makes me happy; there's nothing I genuinely enjoy. Everything, and I truly mean everything, I do that I don't hate, I 'bear'.
I hate how I've conducted my life thus far - despite having 10 GCSEs, and A Levels, I have screwed up my education beyond belief, and set myself up so I won't fit in at University and will waste the next two years of my life. I feel so stupid that I have to work full time whilst studying for two more A Levels through distance learning just to get into a mediocre University, and to follow peers into something that for them has been so effortless.
I foresee my own deathbed, if I'm lucky - or perhaps unlucky - enough to go that way, and I know I will resent my life and there will be no 'highlights'. It will be just one level plain of uneventful incidences.
Does anyone else feel like this?