I Hate Miss Piggy

I'm depressed. Not the searing-pain kind of depressed I felt while I was dealing with Miss Piggy. This is a more generalized kind of no-joy-in-anything sort of depression, where the slightest obstacle feels impossible to overcome and every little incident feels like a huge setback and hopelessness sets in. I'll never have any local friends or people to hand out with. I'll never have another relationship. I'll never have sex again. Work sucks. I can't be happy here. This was a total failure. At these moments I want to send Miss Piggy an email telling him how much I hate him for putting me here....