Whinge

In a very low phase. I feel like a failure in life, always hurting, frequently depressed, pulled in a hundred directions and letting down everyone I care about. I'm going to lose my house to foreclosure -- I accepted that months ago and am more or less at peace with it -- but now I can't even come up with the rent for the apartment we've been living in. I bust my ass and bust my ass and BUST my ass, and there's still never enough. Phone is turned off, can't do laundry, can't buy art supplies, couldn't afford enough gas to get to the art store anyway. Electricity will be shut off soon. And almost everyone I know is in the same sinking boat. What's it all good for? Why do we bother?