My Life...
My life. What can I say about it right now other than it sucks. No one understands what I'm feeling, no one can understand how frustrated I am, and no one seems to even give a damn about how low down shitty I feel right now.
No one can understand how I'm feeling right now. It's almost Christmas, and yet, I've not no job, no money, and it just seems like I can't turn towards anyone for support. I feel like lashing out at anything and anyone that even comes close nowdays.
There's a line in a song that goes "Somedays I'm a super bitch. Up to my old tricks. But that won't last forever." Sometimes I feel that way. Ready to crawl back into my emo shell. As much as I try hard not to do so, it just feels more and more comfortable to be back in that shell.
I hate this. I spend most of my days at home, hoping that my little ventures around town will prosper and I end up finding a job sometime soon. But, who am I kidding. I don't think anyone would bother to hire a useless lump like me. I can just hope that everything will get better in time. Hopefully I can stay sane until that day.
No one can understand how I'm feeling right now. It's almost Christmas, and yet, I've not no job, no money, and it just seems like I can't turn towards anyone for support. I feel like lashing out at anything and anyone that even comes close nowdays.
There's a line in a song that goes "Somedays I'm a super bitch. Up to my old tricks. But that won't last forever." Sometimes I feel that way. Ready to crawl back into my emo shell. As much as I try hard not to do so, it just feels more and more comfortable to be back in that shell.
I hate this. I spend most of my days at home, hoping that my little ventures around town will prosper and I end up finding a job sometime soon. But, who am I kidding. I don't think anyone would bother to hire a useless lump like me. I can just hope that everything will get better in time. Hopefully I can stay sane until that day.