Get on with it. Keep fighting. Grow up.
No answer to my misery but...in the lack of answers it is hope that enough booze and solitude provide something other than total annihaltion.
I am imploding. My psyche is falling apart. I've had to work today. Or volunteer. I don't get fucking paid.
I am so tired and empty but...all I have is that. That's it.
That's more than most.
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