It’s all about the money

Well, it looks like my psychiatrist is going out of business, as if mental health wasn’t already underfunded enough. I don’t know if anyone who worked at the place will start up a business here. I guess wealth and a great education go hand in hand, so maybe those doctors can form a new business, or maybe I’ll just be on my own from here on out. At any rate, nothing has really changed. I’m still bitter and I barely leave my room. I still have no friends because people make me contemplate the ultimate futility and disillusionment I feel when pursuing relationships. Plus, another thing that I’ve noticed is that I use “I” a great bit. I read somewhere that people who tend to write in first person are more prone to depression. I don’t think changing my writing or typing style will cheer me up, though.