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[sadpenguin]

Well this is my last journal entry while having a rood over my head. My last journal entry from on my computer. Tomorrow all my belongings go into a storage unit that i will hopefully be able to continue to pay for. Still don't know if that is possible. i have not much to write tonight except of how utterly pissed off i am. i have no other emotion. i am simply just pissed. All i mother fucking need is a fucking job and i fucking cannot fucking get one. i apply to these fucking places that are hiring and i just don't get a call back. When i call them i get told not to call them. Is the world that fucking against me right now? Did i do something horribly wrong to deserve this treatment? If i knew my life was going to end up this way then i would have at least gotten addicted to drugs. Maybe had some more fun before being brought to this level. Just one fucking job. That is all i fucking ask for. Goddammit. i am so pissed off. i am so hot right now because i am so pissed off. I contacted the Advocates for Mentally Ill Housing but, of course, they have not gotten back to me and their web site has to be the most unhelpful web site for such a thing. It doesn't even include a location. My biggest concern though is my clothes. Where to keep them. How to separate the dirty from the clean. Remember, since i cant find a goddamn mother fucking JOB i cant have to stupid fucking car so carrying around a shit load of fucking clothes isn't going to be a fucking option. All i will have is my backpack. Wow. You know what? Fuck this. i cannot write right fucking now. i am so fucking frustrated and so pissed the fuck off. i truly hope i die out there. i hope someone stabs me to death or i get terminally ill.

Thanks for the breaks life, oh wait. That must be someone else's life.