Nobody Someday.

I'm contemplating, thinkin' about thinkin'
It's overrated, just get another drink and

Watch me come undone
They're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street
I pray when I'm coming down, you'll be asleep
If I ever hurt you, your revenge will be so sweet
Because I'm scum, and I'm your son
I come undone
I come undone



When does it stop being bad luck and when does it just become me. When does it stop being me and just become bad luck.

I've had four months of this and suddenly can't remember if I ever felt right.

It's just one thing after another.

A real-estate deal that ruined the entire experience, a lay-off, a little sister in turmoil, a bad review at work.... then another even worse review at work, losing hours, losing sleep, friends moving away, dropping out of a race, not dropping the pounds.

Being told that the only thing redeeming about your entire career is that "you like to learn". I already felt lower than shit, so what does that make me now?

Life sucks.

Getting out of bed every morning to face this day after day after god-damn day SUCKS.

In a month I am going to have no job, I'm probably going to be humiliated and I am going to have to return to working at something that made me lose my mind last time.

I don't even see the point anymore. I have completely given up. There is no point in trying because I tried so hard to end up here.

Maybe if I don't try I can end up there.

I hate my life right now.

I really do.