I was celebrating my beautiful girlfriend's birthday, with a good job, a promising future and no cares.
2 years ago today
I was starting a new job, getting ready for uni again, a nice little flat in Nottingham, a different beautiful girlfriend and lots of optimism for the future.
Today, I have a dead end job, which I hate, and cannot get another one. I work all hours under the sun, I am on my own with no chance to meet anyone, my friends are all 60 miles away and too busy to see me, oh and I am staying in a room in my sister's house with all my unpacked stuff still hanging around waiting for me to actually have a life. I have no money, the banks are chasing me for my soul, my car is on the verge of being knackered and everyone hates me because I am miserable all the time.
I am lower than I ever have been in my entire life and cannot see any single way it is going to improve. Depressed isn't even the word.