At least you have a decent education, I'm jobless, passionless, lonely, penniless and swamped with debt. Got to compete with a couple hundred people for each job I apply for which is awesome when you're a bipolar transitioning transgender 'cus you know, I'm employee material *whamp whomp*. Twenty years three years of failure, a life without direction, meaning you or anything to hold on to. Yup, I wanna die. Pretty fun existence when you're acutely aware of the fact that your alive because even your suicide attempts fail. Got a bill in front off me £5869, a loan someone else signed in my name, money I will never see but will cost me the equivalent of a years work, heck, I worked fifty hour weeks this month at my now defunct job and you know what happened? Higher tax bracket, lost all that extra work to tax, all that time and effort, gone. Yup, life sure is grand for Abi the hideous mental stooge.