I guess I finally have a counselor appointment set up...for the fucking 30th of September. What is the point? I thought I could have some hope in that but I guess I was wrong, as always.
Well, I am not getting over this depression, so there you go. If anything, this news supports the pointlessness of even bothering anymore. I have waited long enough for this shit and I still have to wait over an entire month for nearly nothing. I am to the point of not giving a flying fuck anymore.