In a matter of fact way, I am struggling with depression. This does not mean I want to kill my self or that I feel that everyone hates me, but I feel stagnant and devoid of get-up-and-go.

I am unemployed and fed up with the charade of applying for jobs I know I probably won't get an answer back from. Being skint runs down my social relationships because I can't go out and enjoy a drink or a night out in a club without cutting into my overdraft or having to scrounge off my parents.

With very few exceptions, my friends bore and disgust me with their contentness. I have nothing to say to people who I have know for more than a decade. Newspapers and the media spew rubbish at me which I loath to digest, but do so anyway because of pure boredom.

I find people repulsive. I cannot connect with them. I feel like I have nothing in common with anyone. I am fed up and frustrated with being single, going to bed alone every single night. When I meet a potential partner I get paranoid and sketch out, screwing the whole thing up. I feel like I am on nobody's wavelength.

I feel like life is an endless procession of hoops to jump through, running through the motions and administrative procedures, filling in forms, getting diplomas, passing tests, going for interviews.

Sometimes I think that I'd like to pummel somebody into the ground with my fists, poking their eyes out with my fingers, cracking their nose and pushing the bone up into their brain, stomping their teeth out of their mouth, cracking ribs with elbows.

I think of how much I'd like to take a baseball bat to a car, especially a car that belongs to some Totteridge 'desperate housewife', smashing all the windows and denting the bodywork on all sides before pouring a bidon of petrol all over it and setting it on fire.

Guys, we are a country that is about to be led by a PR executive (translation: professional liar).

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