Oh guys, it's kinda hard to know what to say on this blog when all I want to say is "I'm so depressed, guys!" No one wants to hear that shit. It's not interesting. I'm already on what I consider my high(er/est) dosage of Prozac, and since I'm all unemployed and trying to embark on a new phase of my life, it's kind of understandable that I might have 93750938 emotional breakdowns every day and have to force myself to even go outside. But that doesn't mean that this over-achieving unique snowflake doesn't still feel bad about it!
Look at my non-existent dissertation: I've had -2 meetings about it, and nothing is happening because I won't read my shit from the library or email other faculty members and also work is hard and also is this really what I want to devote the next few years to?
Look at my non-existent writing/creative career: I feel pretty good about producing one preview video, but creativity is even harder than schoolwork often and also I am sad.
So what I am saying is that in all honesty, Sr. Depressington (not to be racist) followed me to Minnesota, and people saying they were "impressed by [my] credentials" really doesn't help me feel better about being so, so unemployed. Good job on getting two jobs, husband. I should probably just sleep forever or something. God, I hate everything.