Alright, different thing for me to be sad about unrelated to the above.
I am a complete psychological mess. This summer has been fairly shit (looking up the past few weeks though, I suspect that's down to my medication working), what with the anxiety and depression. Thing is, that's fixable. I can get past that. I've been in therapy for it, and while it's unpleasant I can deal with it.
What I can't deal with is the self loathing. Which I think may actually be inducing the anxiety and depression that I then have to drag myself out of. Whenever something goes wrong I can't help but kick myself over it for months. There's stuff that happened last November that I'm still gnawing on. If someone asked me what I thought was good about myself, I'd be stumped because I don't think there's anything good about myself. I hate my appearance, I hate my personality, I hate my social skills, and I hate that I hate myself. I need a fucking therapist but I can either pay out of my arse for a private one (Not gonna fucking happen, I'm a jobless student) or I can wait months for a therapist on the NHS, all the while the people I'm talking to in order to try and get a therapist are going to try to convince me to go with some other method that won't work like online CBT (I've been doing that, all it's doing is teaching me stuff I already knew which is pretty sodding useless) or the utterly fucking useless powerpoint presentation they got me to go to last time this happened (I mean it was useless. It would only be useful for people with just enough introspective ability to take it in board, but not enough to do any actual introspection). Until that point I'm just stuck here in a pit made of my own self-loathing that's only alleviated every so often, predominantly by friends that I'm unable to see very often right now. And sometimes my brain just decides that being with my friends will make it worse, as in the case of my depressive episode that lasted from January to March.
And the suicidal ideation that started in July hasn't so much abated as reduced in frequency. I still get the occasional thought from the back of my head asking me about it.
EDIT: THinking about it, perhaps this is why I'm getting increasingly frustrated with other people. I'd be unsurprised if I was going around projecting my self-loathing onto everything I come across.