I pretty sure I'm going to be poor forever.

Why would someone call you to just talk about how much of a raise they got, oh I'm making a million dollars a year now, oooh you're still on per hour huh... fuck you I mean really

I already feel like a tool most of the time... I'm probably not going to get a job out of school, you know, Murphy's law and what not. I'm destined to work shit jobs for the rest of my life. I was really feeling good about myself for the last little bit. Working at the station, then I find out I have to get a second job, so there goes my time with Raven.

I feel like a failure. Fucking bug infested apartments and minimum wage fucking jobs, wo0t to the future. I'm sure Raven will be oh so proud of me when she gets older.

Fucker why does he even bother to call, why do I pick up the phone?

can't even be bothered to type, sorry if I brought anyone down

such is life