Life's getting worse, eh?

Life gets worse each day, doesn't it?

...sigh, oh well. At least there is Coffee Depot, music, and poetry to keep me going...keep me getting through the weeks in spite of the hell - keep me thinking of tomorrow, and not of just guillotines and the like.

I wish I was someone like that...someone like him, like her...like THAT...why can't I do that, be that, go there, do that...

what is wrong with ME?!

Is it really as useless as it seems to me? Is the past REALLY better than this?

Sigh... ... ... and continue with life...

-RK