Depressed

Wandering aimlessly, but always kept busy.  No life, no career, no happiness.  Why? Maybe just a bad day...  Feeling so fragile, doing routine everyday with the unsecured feeling haunting me all the time.  If I push myself a bit harder things might look better? or worse?  Maybe what's needed is to relax instead of to push?  Tiring myself out but without results, failure becomes the word writing cross my life.  So pathetic.  Well, tomorrow will be a better day.