I keep trying to make moves, preferably in an upward direction and I keep falling short. Professionally I can’t seem to to more than cashier even with a college degree. Interpersonally I can’t seem to keep in touch with a lot of my friends and making new ones is near impossible. Lastly when it comes to relationships I’ve made some pretty horrible decisions, and I’m too much of a coward to make the right ones.

Something’s got to give, preferably soon, otherwise I might as well hook up with a local whore, start doing drugs, cranking out kids, and otherwise fucking up my life, because at least those people seem happy…

No I’m not going to start cutting myself, writing shitty poetry, or wearing women’s pants either!