Decline and fall

Things I thought are getting better. But I am oblivious to the real negatives. I've tried to maintain a positive attitude to counter my depressive tendencies but in all honesty I am more of a hopeless Panglossian optimist. I think that the world is constantly moving to some highest good while my world and all the important things are falling apart in front of me.

I'm losing my hair. My bald patch is more and more apparent.

I'm getting fatter.

I'm still unemployed.

I'm living with my parents

All the values that I had once encapsulated have now folded over like a roll of fat hiding a pocket of sweaty air and sweat that hangs on a fat ugly body.