The worst of times.

I wake up each morning and get ready to go and work at a job I absolutely hate and then afterwards go back to a home where people are always fighting. Peace is just an idea for me now. There is a constant noise filled inside that never settles. It never lets me rest. Depression is taking its toll again. It keeps feeding on me, killing me.. slowly and painfully. I am not what I want to be. I am not how I should be. I am not me. I miss home.