Where Am I Now?

My character Giuseppe has fallen back into the arms of his depression and lost contact with who he is. This is the start of a thread.

Giuseppe stared up at the sky. It was several minutes past midnight and he was sitting on the ground. As of lately, Giuseppe had been feeling as if...friends were abandoning him, for he never had anyone to talk to. With this, his depression came back into effect and his angst was something that was out of the equation. When he was depressed, sure, he could beat the s**t out of someone, but depression made him soft. Depression made Giuseppe someone that he didn't know, but others did. Giuseppe knew he had great potential, but the feeling of being dead closed that thought of potential and sealed it with the eerie caulk of self contempt. 

For the most part, this night was an overcast night that covered the moon and a large percentage of the stars. Giuseppe's hazel eyes scanned over the sky's nothingness. Several minutes passed and he still gazed upwards towards the sky. Momentarily, Giuseppe's face fell into his hands. He had begun to sob. With the beginning of his sobbing, the beginning of the sky's sobbing came as well. Life was such an odd thing to Giuseppe. One moment, it treated him like they were best friends, but the next it cast him aside like a sick excuse for a human being. Like he was the ugly a*s mutt at the pound that everyone was kind of afraid of. 

The roll of thunder came and rumbled through the sky like the wheels of a semi truck on the ground. It was now that Giuseppe stood up and walked over to the over hang of a utility shed's roof. For several moments he stayed there and stared blankly into space. Next, he looked down at rain puddle and saw his reflection "S**t." S**t. S**t was the one word that could escape his mouth as of lately. Then again, when life felt like s**t, that's all you really could say. The reason s**t was said this time was because of the reflection that stared back at Giuseppe. His hair was longer than he had last remember and matted. It was damp from the rain, quite frankly, it looked as if he was a savage beast. The face of the person in the water was forlorn and not the same person that had beat the s**t out of an a*s not long ago. Where had his life gone? Where was the meaning? The friendship? The cause?

Author's Note

Yeah, just ignore the grammar and stuffs.