Its gotta get worse before it gets better...right?

I literally don't think I've ever been this low in my entire life. It's one thing after another after another after another. I can't seem to catch a break since I moved out here. We lost the house. The lady told us that it was ours when we looked at it and that she would see us on the 1st of November. Then she turns around a couple weeks later and gives me some crap excuse of us not being prepared enough to rent the house, so she "is just going to have to back out." WTH??? I wouldn't have minded, except that after we looked at the house, I gave our landlord our 30 day notice. So now I have to be out of this house by the third, and I don't have a house to move into. I looked at one today, and put a down payment on it to hold it for two weeks; lets just hope we pass the credit check and can get moved in. Not to mention all of the money problems, car problems (the Tiburon finally died and we had to get a new one. New car means new debt.), and the sheer fact that Darren isn't home because he is on a field op, and you can pretty much sum it up in a nutshell that I think I am officially depressed. I've never been depressed before (and therefore am not qualified to diagnose myself, that's just what it feels like), and neither like nor want the feeling being here. It pretty much sucks the big one. I just want to get out of my slump. UGH. Hurry up and get my degree so I can get my job (or any job ever in this complete hellhole), and get out of California. Or at least get a friend that I can spend the next three years here with. That would at least make it bearable when Darren isn't here. I just want to go home.