Welp, that week in which my Depression backed off was lovely and now the break is over. Bed bugs are back (though not in the bed) and I just...I can't fucking deal with this shit alone but I have to.

Because I'm alone and I'll always be alone because no one is going to let some unemployed, depressed loser in an infested tiny apartment have a kid and that seems pretty likely what I'll be the rest of my life.