Things were looknig up for a little while there. Got a job that I don't like, but at least I was contrinuting. Happier and more energetic with general day to day things. My depression, while still strong was not sitting on my chest like a rhino as it usually does. NOW I found out that my wife may be losing her job. The job that we depend on to live this meager existence we have. It's all over a truly minor mistake that her supervisors are blowing out of proportion. If she loses her job I don't know where we'll wind up. Possibly homeless at this point. There's just no way we can make it on menial salaries like the one I'm making now. It's getting harder and harder to make it day to day without crying in a ball on the floor. I just can't stand it right now. I want to scream and curse and strike out at the world, but it's all so futile. No one cares and why should they? No one's willing to help and why should they? I sit here every day and wish that it was the one that wasn't. That I didn't have to face yet another bleak awakening. I write this through a shield of tears streaming down and dripping from my chin falling on the keyboard. A man who can't be a man anymore. A man who can't properly provide for his wife. What kind of person am I?.... It's pointless.