I regret allowing myself to sink into a deep hole of depression and loneliness. I never look forward to the weekend because I have absolutely no one to spend time with. I wish that I could work 7 days a week to keep myself busy. I’m so depressed. Sometimes, I have to lie to my family about hanging out with nonexistent friends just to seem normal. But, it’s always a struggle trying to form normal, healthy relationships with people. I was socially awkward as a child and nothing changed once I reached adulthood. I’ve lost hope. I feel that it’s my fault, although I never asked for my social life to turn out this way. I know life isn’t all about having people to socialize with, but it would be nice to have some company every now and then. I don’t ask for much.