I can’t seem to shake being depressed. The horrible thing about being a psychologist and being depressed is knowing that you’re depressed and feeling like an idiot because of it. Like I should be able to help myself. But I’d rather wallow around in my own self pity. I can go a couple of days with out showering, right? Not like I have a job to go to or anything. I am a poor, miserable, person, aren’t I? Woe is me. Sometimes I think I could smack myself.