Lost a ten pound library book on the bus yesterday and I can't help, but feel that everything is falling around me.
My father hates my guts for not being Muslim; He is asking me to leave the house. I have an older brother who is vile creature that time forgot, whilst, at the same time, I continuously underemployed because of his abuse, which he later denied. I am also continuously worried that I am losing my hair, when I am not.
The only thing that I have going for me at current, the only straw that I am clutching is a master's course that I am starting in September. In fact, the book that I lost was related to that.
Why is all my depression being streamlined because I lost a book today?
Put the internet to work for you.
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