An extreme injustice?!

An extreme injustice?

im 30 now, have borderline personality disorder, and have lived an extremely miserable life, endured trauma, sexual abuse, victimization, assaults throughout my life, i was bullied throughout secondary school,(high school). ive never made any friends in life or have never had a girlfriend or relashionship, i have no self esteem, i have rage/anger problems and i feel very bitter about everything...ive never worked or gained any qualifications in life. dropped out of high school after the bullying,( through 4 different high schools)~ spent 18 months in a psychiatric hospital, because i was crying out for help, and over exagerated my problems to psychiatrists, so i would get the help, i made myself out to be dangerous, & i spent 18 months in a psychiatric hospital.....i sit here in my one bedroomed flat embittered and enraged about my life..i sit here alone and lonely...me..myself and i...THEN: i get to see everybody enjoying there lives, grinning, laughing, sqealing, getting their needs

5 days ago
met, indulging in lifes pleasures....and me look
at what ive never had, ive never had that, ive never
been fullfilled or happy, and yet the hideous twist
about life is i get to gaze upon grinning, smiling,
laughing girls, when i browse myspace profiles,
view pictures of them pulling weird faces, enjoying
their lives...i see this to when outside.....i sit here
as i do everynight extremely depressed reflecting
back upon my life, back upon the pain, cold and alone
and lonely..and the world still turns and people are still
having a great time,.....without me.....
is this an injustice i ask??...it sure seems this way to me

5 days ago
im aging rapidly to...my looks are going, i look everyday of my 30 years, my youth is fading...my face looks old...i have knuckle injuries, torn ankle ligaments....two missing teeth...bottom front...so looks wise, i dont have it anymore

You talk about having two missing teeth, I don't have any. I lost mine when I was twenty-five. I live in a one bed room apartment. I have a part time job, for retired three years back. If you sit and dwell on you problems you only feel worse. To find life you have to look for it. Only you can control your anger, meds only mellow you. There I go Doctor Emerson.