Have a balcony which was supposed to be fitted with a gate that I've been waiting on for 6 months so I could make my own private garden, postponed because it's not an emergency. Guy upstairs smokes like a chimney so struggling to even use our balcony as is without second hand smoke choking us. And the shared garden is used by the junkies as their dogs personal toilet without cleaning up its mess.
I'm not feeling optimistic about anything at the moment. Absolutely hate living in this flat. No one gives a shit about anyone but themselves.
I suffer from various mental health conditions and my therapy has been postponed. The depression has hit me and its hit me so hard.