I'm a journalist, and I just wake up feeling total despair every day. I hate this job, it's the job I've always wanted and the world has just gone so totally to shit I can't handle it anymore. But I also know very, very well that having a job as a journalist that pays the rent is a rare thing and I should appreciate it more, and my dream of opening a bookstore now is probably not something I can pay the rent with.
This has ruined my every day for a week now.