You weigh sixteen tons, what do you get
Another year older, and deeper in debt.
I didn’t even manage to post on my birthday. How utterly pathetic.
I can’t seem to break myself out of the depression I’ve been in for the last couple of months. It just seems like my life is going down the can, and I can’t figure out what to do about it. Can’t see any light at the end of the tunnel anymore. I’m getting fucking old, and I’ve fucked up so badly in the last year that I’ll probably never see a good job ever again. I’ll end up stuck, like my dad, in some dead-end worthless job until I finally just end up dead.
It’s weird, because I just can’t bring myself to do anything. Even during this Cisco shit, it was all I could do just to go to class. There’s just this colossal weight that I can’t seem to shake off, and I don’t know what to do anymore.
If that sounds depressing, imagine being in my fucking head. It’s all I can do these days to get through a day without just curling up in a little ball and crying for a while.