Good god no. Whiny rant from here on. You've been warned.
I work 100+ hours a week doing outsourced art and hoping I can improve my skills and move up in the world, only to make half the income of someone working minimum wage for 40 hours a week. I'm so busy I see my friends only a couple times a month at the most, and when I do, they've all moved on and started families. I don't have anything in common with them anymore. I have nothing in common with anyone I'm related to, except my father who died just as I started high school way back when. Because I make so little money, I'm stuck living on my mom's couch, where I barely have any space due to her hoarding so much while I lived away from home for 6 or so years. The last time I had space to call my own was when I lived in a storage room in south-east Asia with only a cot, two bags of clothes, and a laptop. My aspirations feel like pure fantasy, yet I keep trying to work towards them.
That's probably enough useless ranting... plenty of relationship problems, loneliness, and anxiety issues, too. If I went off about everything I suppose I could fill quite a bit of space...
I've been depressed for about half of my life. Tried medication for it for years, but didn't really do anything for me. All I can think to do is work harder and try to get to where I want to be. If that doesn't work out, I'm going to try to become a Bond villain.