Another Saturday. Felt alright in the morning because of cleaning. Before cleaning, I didn't feel like doing it. I felt too down and depressed and thought I wouldn't be able to. But I went ahead anyways and glad that I did. I always want a clean place for myself, even though no one else will ever see it.

I'm feeling depressed now this afternoon. The outlook for the future looks dismal. There's going to be new developments nearby with a lot of noise and more crowds, which I'm not crazy about. My social life is terrible. and I'm stuck with all of this.