if any one of the times in my life when I said this is the lowest point my life is ever going to get to, if any of those were true I wouldn’t be saying this right now.

But they’re not, because here I am feeling like I’m at a low point again. I wonder if feeling a lowpoint, which doesn’t actually exist, has anything to do with how I feel about it?

Could it be, that walking around this neighborhood of expensive homes is making me depressed? The logical part of me says it’s good to walk around neighborhoods like this. But then I just keep asking myself “When will I ever get to live like this?”

and then the answer comes to me of course, soon.