Dusk

Reading Friends page and seeing that people have REAL problems is upsetting, and all I can do for them is send healing thoughts. Bad. Got very depressed after going through all those new posts. 
Full chaos at work, the big cheeses have come from UK and we see them around office pretty much all the week. Pretty much abnormal too.
I found the prices I have to pay for all the stuff to get New Zealand Permanent Residence. I will not pronounce those prices here, as people who may read this have other things to worry about apart from getting a heart attack from observing those numbers.
Looks like three dollars per daily food should be enough to survive, though big cheap packs of rice are not included as I rarely get them and they really stay for a long time.
No matter what the hell they say in "X-men" survivor is an animal with claws. These are synonims.
No matter how many good things are around, the depression comes back. 
Do I have anything pleasurable?
Chicken. Chocolate. Nice fabrics and threds. Nice book. I will have it all later today.
Friends. I will see none of them today, but that's ok, I know they exist, it is not empty around.
Anger. The only bloody thing that can cut my depression immediately.
And exactly after I've typed that, the things started improving.
Killing depression with your claws - this is what survival is.
Have a nice day everyone.