...I was clinically depressed for many years. Now I'm not.
Now I genuinely have a reason to be depressed. Maybe I do still have some mild clinical depression, it's hard to tell when you actually are in a crappy situation...
For what the flat I'm living in as apparently worth, I could have a 4-bedroom detached house where some of my friends live... it's just that I'm pretty tied to London because elsewhere, having a car is so much more important, and I can't drive. Commuting isn't really an option, because travelling makes me ill. If I had to do it every day, I'd have a relapse and spend much of my time unable to get out of the chair.
I need a rich boyfriend. "rich" being has their own place somewhere I can find a job within walking/bus ride distance...shame I love the one I'm with, really. |
