Depression sucks ass. Of course a bottle of wine doesn’t really help.
Fiscal issues are my down fall. When I start worrying about money, everything else seems to go to shit as well.
I want to move away from any place that has “neighbors”.
I want a job with a company that realizes how necessary I am and treats me accordingly.
I want to write for a living.
I want to live in an open floor-planned space designed for something more industrial.
sigh. I want ambition and drive to actually attain the things I want.