I took some time to go through this blog's posts and re-read them, one by one. It's full of regret and sadness. 

Guess what? 

It's still the same until now. No matter how good I'm getting by, I still feel like giving up life. I don't know why. I've been asking myself this question for years. Why am I like this? Why can't I be like those people who can manage their life, talk about self dependently and not feeling blue all the time? Why can't I get out from this nightmares? 

Am I not being grateful enough, taking things for granted? 

Even if I'm thankful for having what I have currently, am I not allowed to grief?