My suffering left me sad and gloomy.

I've been so unhappy for years, so unhappy . . . I don't understand how a human being can be so unhappy all the time and still be alive.

I have been very miserable since - miserable not for an hour but for months on end - but I can still feel that hour's misery in its perfect desolation, if I am fool enough to call it up in my mind.

I need love, I've never felt more in need of it than now. I feel so terribly terribly unhappy.

What you must understand about me is that I’m a deeply unhappy person.

I did not know it was possible to be so miserable and live but I am told that this is a common experience.

I am malicious because I am miserable

I have committed the worst sin that can be committed. I have not been happy.

I talk too much because I have been made so miserable by what you are keeping hushed.

I now feel it impossible to realize the full extent of the misery which I endured.

I think you ought to know I'm feeling very depressed.

Translation: Life has become unbearable, forgive me.

Oh my life is so awful, it's just so awful to be me, you don't know what it's like waking every morning and finding the whole horror of being yourself still there.

I've been horribly depressed (lately), which, as you know, can be terribly time-consuming. I mean, if you're going to do it right, that is.