3:04 p.m. - 2007-03-23
This doesn't end well...
Just lately, I have had a recurrence of a foreboding feeling of impending doom. Not impending, as such, perhaps eventual. Once again I am forlorn in the wilderness. Imploding in a vacuum where nobody will ever know (or care). I am completely and utterly bereft of hope for a stable future where I support myself. Emotionally or financially. Let alone be enough of a person that anybody would want to share their life with.
So, let's sum it up.
I'm:
carless
careless
useless
sexless
listless
hopeless
