Why don't my happy times last for just a tad longer? This is totally depressing. I'm at the end of rope and hanging on by a thread of hair. I need sleep, and when I try I just can't. My eyes are burning and my whole body is feeling messed up. I'm thinking if I go to the gym this wouldn't happen, but, dammit. I'll have that end of cake and that scrumptious ice-cream now. :-/ I'm poor as poor can be. Holy shit. Time to bite the bullet and get a real job, be exploited for the raw talent that I have? Uggggggghhhhh. More depression.

Shoot me now.