Rent is due

Would anyone be willing to hook me up with $60 so I can make rent?

I'm sorry, it's just been one of those years.


UPDATE: Received. Thank you.

Please, I beg you, listen to this song.

It hurts. It hurts more than you know, and it hurts more people than you intend.

This is why I have to find reasons to live. One of my reasons is Progeny.

Words hurt. When you say, "I only hurt your feelings," it matters just as much as if you threw a punch.  Yes, mere words hurt me. If I am less in your eyes because of that, so be it.

She hurt me, I fought back, and I lost.

Sometimes, that's how it is. I try not to bother anyone with my pain. Don't want to harsh your mellow. Today, it's too much. If you need me, I'll be in a bottle.

What's the point?

A man goes to work, where he has to drop everything for everybody, gets constantly told he's not doing good enough, or that he's doing it wrong, and has to do it the boss's way or he'll get fired.

Then he goes home to the love and comfort of his family. Where he has to drop everything for everybody, gets constantly told he's not doing enough, or that he's doing it wrong, and he has to do everything her way or he'll get fired divorced.

So then he turns to the hope and comfort of his religion. Where he gets told from the pulpit that he's not good enough, or that he's doing it wrong, and that he should drop everything for everyone else, and he has to do it God's way or he'll get fired eternally.

Seriously, why bother?