Everything's Funny, But...

Even if everything were to be funny, I have never liked life. It might be funny, but true. I have been concerned and nervous too much over my life. Writing is a form of release. I need to escape but to where?! I get the impression that I must've done horrible things in my life, despite the fact that it's not true. Based on how I'm feeling often, I must have done horrific things to deserve being so nervous. I know somethings that could help, but I doubt that they are practical. Nervousness and concern from within overwhelms anything else, whether it be intimidation, anger, sadness, depression, etc. It's equivalent to pain itself. I guess that it is a kind of psychological pain. It's horrible because it's not helping me, only making me feel worse!