I am depressed.
Severely.
At least, that's how it feels.
So many things are going wrong on so many fronts.
Feels like I'm a house, and a number of critical pillars are falling apart simultaneously.
My English has gone down the crapper.
Again.
It's practically rubbish to me. Beyond the usual grammar and spelling errors.
Oh no.
I'm using shit that sound accurate,
but are completely out of place.
Even when I'm using slang it's wrong.
'I feel kind of wiped out'.
What?
You're either wiped out, or not. Not 'kind of'.
Even when writing formal documents,
I'm beginning to use shit that are so out of place.
And I can't even think of examples right now.
Goddammit.
I'm depressed about my work.
Not a single deal has been closed since January.
Not a single fucking one.
Oh, and I'm running out of cash, too.
My mobile game is so far from being developed,
that it seems like a distant, unlikely dream.
Forget about the fact that the whole point of it was just to get it out there.
Mobile game developers RARELY make any money.
But after my brother's operation (a brother who hates my guts, by the way),
my mom's myriad injuries, my dad nearing retirement age,
and my youngest sister still requiring a load of cash to continue her studies...
AND the fact that my wife might just be pregnant...
I'd begun to entertain thoughts of making millions from a mobile game.
Yep. That's about as likely as a Pakistani playing Batman someday.
To top it off,
I'm exhausted. Likely due to the fact that my nose allergy medication has run out,
and I'm back to getting woken up every couple of times throughout the night.
Awesome.
So what now, eh?
What?
You think I complain too much?
Come here so I can introduce your face to my chainsaw.
Come closer.
No?
Good. Now shut the fuck up.
I'll complain if I want to.
Where was I?
Oh yea.
What now?
Giving up is not an option at all.
Sure I'm depressed. But hey, when the only way is up,
at the very least the path is clear.
The journey though is going to be a major pain in the rectum.
Well enough of that.
