Poverty Makes Me Laugh

I now find myself laughing mechanically. By mechanically I mean I laugh without even having a reason for doing so. And that I'm conscious that there's nothing funny. You may think I'm nuts. I guess I am going nuts. But I guess I have passed the next level after catatonia.

I am depressed.

And my depression is repressed.

It's all because of poverty.

Poor me. Single, unloved, unpretty, unwanted. And now, broke.

I'm just wondering why I'm not yet suicidal. Maybe because I'm not afraid of poverty. I only try to kill myself when I'm scared.