No job.

No money.

No hope of either in sight.

I'm sitting here, weathered and beaten. Covered in paint and smelling like a highschool football locker room, wondering where the hell I botched it all up. I've gutted my friendship with someone today, smeared paint all over everything, and guessworked my way through the rest of it.

Christ, I miss my mother.. She would know what to say to ease my mind right now.

Most of all, I miss having a safe-haven of any kind. A place that I can go to forget about the pressure of the world.

Maybe it will all get much worse, and I will end up living under a bridge and sleeping in the dressing rooms of department stores, eating food I've begged or stolen from fast food resturauts, and running from the police. If so, please throw a well aimed brick from your car window, and put me out of my fucking misery. God knows I'd enjoy the sleep.