When I write it all out and look at a list, I'm doing great. I have a very good job, plenty of side work, hobbies that I'm really good at, and all that. Sure I'm not rich, but I lack for nothing material by any stretch of the imagination. Sure I have a couple of health problems, mostly from sports injuries. I put on some weight while I was healing up, but now I'm mostly better and have put off most of the weight - the last bit is coming off on schedule. My family is doing great too. My sister is in school on track to be a nurse and has plenty of friends. My brother has a great kid and is doing very well in the air force, on track for officer school. No worries in my family being taken care of. I have friends too. People call me just to see if I want to hang out with everyone, they're happy when I show up, they'll come see me. Apparently I'm liked and recognized. So why the hell is it that I feel like I'm getting nowhere in life, nobody likes me, and I'm pretty much a total failure? I'm sitting here alone on my birthday in the dark wondering at the reason to justify my continued existance. I don't get it, why are my feelings so out of touch with objective reality?