For the first time ever, I think I'm legitimately depressed about every single aspect of my life.
This includes but is not limited to: work, school in the fall, social life, parents, procrastination, no pot, the yankees are still 4.5 out (yes it's very important), money, and debt.
Talk about the most eventless, BORING weekend ever...I find myself having conversations with myself, and talking about my problems with the poor cats. I really need a life.