It's one of the worst things about depression. I haven't worked in a week, I spent Thanksgiving alone, the money is running low. Here it is nearly one o'clock on Monday and not one resume has gone out yet. Why? Because with every thing I try, such as going to the usual job sites and such and finding nothing, instead of imediately trying something else, I just plunge into a black pit of inactivity that it take 20 or so minutes to get out of. It's been like this all morning (Hell, for the past week) and the entire time I keep hearing "What's the use". Last night as I walked home from the supermarket, I was thinking about the book I'm writing and all that came back was, "What's the use? You're never going to amount to anything and nobody cares. You're a nothing so Merry Christmas". I can't take much more of this.