The above title pretty much says it all.
Between not being cared all that much about, having a press photo job that doesn’t think much of my photos after four fucking gigs, not really having any real way of getting money in, working on animation ideas and web ideas and film ideas and script ideas that don’t seem to have any real pay off, a neighbours cat depositing fleas in my room and making my existence a generally itchy one… I’m beginning to wonder (again) if my life really is as fucking dismal as it seems to present itself as or if I’m delusional and should be stuck in a psyche ward.
Fuck.
Depressed is what I am.
The whole world is shit.