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For fearing of stinking up the pub, I'd like a stiff drink. I think it's official. I think I'm depressed. It's been three months of seesawing emotions and steadily feeling more and more like shit. I'm at a bit of a low. And I'm hedging with "a bit of". It's remarkable how my perception of the quality of my life has little relationship to how my life actually is. There are so many objective measures by which my life is fucking awesome. Instead, I feel that my ambitions and confidence are disappearing. What happened? On another note, it's fascinating to me that I have a serious reservation about sharing this with you guys. It's like I don't want to entangle my digital friends with my real life problems.