i am ugly.
i am fat.
my hair is falling out.
martha morris didn't get hired.
martha cried on my shoulders.
i love martha and want to see her happy.
i am not happy.
i am lonely.
loneliness knows my name. it loves me. it comes to me.
the cosmos has evil designs against me.
my life is a matter of finance.
at times suicide seems to be my most economically wise option.
i think i might kill myself soon, actually. then again, why would i post that?