Fighting a Losing battle

I spent the whole day being glum and miserable about myself. I practically destroyed my room and broke a few things. I feel so cold. Empty. Like I've lost the will to fight. Of what I'm fighting for exactly, it has lost all meaning. Not a day goes by that I'm starting to regret my decisions of staying in UniSZA. I beginning to not see the point anymore.

People don't see that. People just want something out of me that they find useful. They don't really care how I feel. They see what they want to see. None give a damn at all. 

Wish I was someplace else and not here. I'm really starting to hate it and everything else associated with it.