English projects aren't good for my mental health.

All this thinking about existentialism is very, very depressing. I think I understand it too well. It resonates too well within me. It's like the answer to my prayers, and yet I'm still unsatisfied because it does nothing to help my predicament, which really isn't all too big. I'm just too scared to deal with it, so I let others decide for me. I know this is all very unhealthy but I crave it. I crave something new, something real. It's like life but without the bullshit, like just saying shit straight to your face, with no sugarcoating or false hope. No hope really. No chance of escape. *ramble ramble ramble*