The future is so important and yet so uncertain. What my life is going to be is up in the air. Who I am now is pathetic. What good is there in any of this? Why do I keep trying? It is one hurdle after the other and nothing ever gets resolved.
I almost had a job today. Now I’m back at square one, and my bones are aching, begging me to just give in and not bother to continue trying.
I just want to be living a fruitful life, not this sad, barren one I have now.