Worst. Birthday. Ever.
I fucking hate birthdays, especially when they're mine. Today's #65, for some odd reason considered a landmark. I've seen three people today, all disinterested store clerks. My kids and I were supposed to go out but today's blizzard in Massachusetts put the kibosh to that pretty fucking quickly. Yesterday, some scammer tried to bilk me out of $50. My landlady's breathing down my neck for $800 I don't have. Honestly, at this point, it literally makes no sense to artificially prolong my pointless, miserable life. I have to stare at that empty chair day in and day out, climb into that half-empty bed. This is my future?
You can fucking have it.
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Got three years on ya. Felt like shit yesterday too. Some days are just gonna be like that, others will still make ya feel alive and well just for the dumbest shit. We're on the downward slope of the bell curve, no doubt- but I'm gonna tough it out long as I can walk, talk and still know who I am. Even gotta coupla goals- one of which is to know what it feels like not to have to work (when I max out on SS at 70).
Do something different, something new- maybe get a P/T job just long enough to make some $ to go somewhere a spell. You're in one deluxe rut- take a step back, then take a step out...
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