t-time

I’m pissed.

I should have been a pharmacist.

What the hell was I thinking being a writer.

I’m broke.

Homeless (I’m living at home ’cause I can’t afford to live anywhere else.)

And I can’t take it anymore.

Is this it?

Really?

I can’t even see my way out of this mess.

Hell, I couldn’t buy a job recently.

Not for lack of trying either.

I can’t tell you how many applications I sent out.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

I gotta do something…’cause I can’t do this shit anymore.

I’m about to lose my FUCKING mind.

Again.