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well, our house looks nicer, though . . .
There is something a little disturbing, and also embarrasing almost to the point of humiliating, about the fact that our downstairs tenant has done more to fix up the house in the past eight days than I have in the past two or three years.
I mean, I understand some of this. I understand that I've had crippling depression my entire life, and, even if I've gotten some of the depression somewhat under control, I've still got all the habits that come with lifelong crippling depression.
But still.
I mean, I understand some of this. I understand that I've had crippling depression my entire life, and, even if I've gotten some of the depression somewhat under control, I've still got all the habits that come with lifelong crippling depression.
But still.
Re: Forgive me, but...
Trust me, it's tough for me too, and I don't have Depression. I do sport a lovely little elitist superiority complex which absolutely bristles when rivaled.