This is my life.
I hate it.
I'm a single, depressed, lonely, bitter human being.
Living in a tiny apartment where the fridge leaks, the ceiling is caving in, and it's bug-infested, isolating myself.
There's nothing left to do.
I procrastinate with everything.
My job? $9.00/hr working in a warehouse of a crappy electronics store.
Food controls me.
My Depression controls me.
My Mother's violent rage and awful memories control me.
How do I get out?