It has already cost me over $2,000 to try to move from this apartment.

I haven't even moved yet; it's not even definite yet that I can move from here, the 3rd apartment in a row in Massachusetts where I've been criminally victimized by voyeurism, while Elizabeth Warren, Nancy Pelosi, and everyone else who has sat there on her ass for a decade saying nothing while human rights have been decimated continues to sit on her ass and do nothing, even to stop rape videos of little kids being uploaded to Pornhub so the rapists can be paid.

I'm not hard on myself.  Hating your fucking guts for being lying pricks who criminally victimize the public while taking the public's money isn't about hating myself.

I hate being alive more than I like being alive.  People have turned out to be an endless parade of assholery.  But that's not quite the same thing, either.

I have no savings.  I'm back in debt.

I'm not hard on myself.  Being depressed because I am surrounded by assholes of one type or another at all times is not being hard on myself.