(no subject)
The summation of my depression can be that I don't believe there is a human being capable of really being in love with me for the rest of my life or even for an extended period of time anymore. In fact I've found very little evidence that anyone wants to be with me even for a short period of time.
I have become nihilistically cynical about the prospect of human attraction.
I am no longer a commodity. I can no longer fill the needs of others.