All My Friends Are Skeletons.

I don't know where I'm at lately. I've been sick for a couple weeks now. I need a new job. I'm in so much debt that it keeps me up at night and is a driving force behind me wanting to kill myself. I just wish I was smart, or had any kind of skill to be worthy of a decent paycheck. I'm overwhelmed and feel like crying, constantly.


.. Maybe that's why I can't write for shit lately.  


Fuck me.