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Depression post of the day.

Today I managed to get up and shave to go outside and renew my ID which expired two years ago. I had my passport mugshots taken at the local photo shop. I look worn out, and honestly quite old, but at least I managed a hint of a smile.

I took the bus to go uptown. There was a very attractive young girl in a black woolen coat who sat down in front of me to switch seats with an old lady. She resembled a young Christina Ricci and had the same doll-like, eerie beauty about her. She had large eyes and long, beautiful lashes, and straight dark hair that curled at the ends. She smiled at me as she sat down, awkwardly revealing braces that made her look even more youthful. Her long, pale fingers fidgeted with the cord of her earbuds.

On my way back I had breakfast and a coffee by the coffee shop near home. The barman asked me "how the comic book thing was going" and I told him that I wasn't doing that anymore. It must have been a very long time since I last went there. I also lied and told him I was looking for a regular job and had been working occasionally. He asked me what I had majored in as a refresher, and I told him I never got my degree. The conversation died there, thankfully. I just wanted to take my espresso, and did so in a hurry and without taste.
I'm afraid that the only place I have left is here at home.