Como luceros fríos

Sobre el olivar hay un cielo hundido y una lluvia oscura de luceros fríos.

16 April, 2008

My life consists of me doing one agonizingly hard thing after another and it never lets up. And, in the end, there's just no pay-off. I mean, fuck, it took me how long to finally try and give therapy a real chance? And the punchline is that I'm having to quit after three months because of insurance problems. Are you reading this and facepalming? I would be. I am so fucking stupid to even hope that things might become better for me. There is no use trying when all I ever do is just spin my wheels and not ever get anywhere worthwhile.


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