i hope you haven't left yet. because i have something to say too. yesterday, i had to work, and working is
terrible, completely gross. there is nothing else in this world that i hate as much as work, besides fat, which stems
from my real mom who is rather large, and my resentmet of my mother has turned into resentment of fat. besides that i
am rather hungry now. i'm always hungry. as though my skinny body has a tape worm. i eat and eat, and i'm
still hungry. it is really not fun being hungry all the time. i guess that is what poverty does to someone. sure, i
may have access to a computer, and have a computer of my own, but that doesn't mean i am well off, in fact i only
have two dollars in my savings account now, and 98 cents in my checking. i have no money, and no job. i'm just
hoping i'll be able to get back to the university and my financial aid will come in so i can go to school. if i
can't go to school, i don't know what i'll do. i'll probably cry for a month, then eat some peanut
butter, then cry for another month, then take off walking and see how far i can walk before i die of starvation,
dehydration, or some other cause. i like walking though. there is something special about walking. however, my shoes
are breaking apart. it is really disappointing, when you buy sandals for $24 and they are completely torn and dead in a
year. yeah, $24 is alot for me. i can't afford to buy anything above $50 without worrying whether or not
i'll be able to pay for my books or next meal. yeah, i am that lame. but hey, i still have shoes, and some food,
so i really can't complain that much. plus i get a roof over my head ever now and then and i can read and write,
and still, barely, go to school to educate myself further with the dreams and goals of at least earning enough to buy a
whole loaf of bread, some cheese, and maybe some mustard, so i can make a cheese sandwich all at once, instead of
waiting a week before i get the next section of the sandwich. how nice it would be to have pety worries, such as, i
can't write what i want to write on a site that should be most designated to art, than bitching and dumb questions.
dumb questions are fun to ask every now then. but oh well, those are a luxury. something i don't have much of, and
something that is extinct to almost everyone without an income over $100000. wow it would be nice to not do anything,
just be able to feel important because all the money i have, and all the possessions that are in my possession. measure
me, and i'm nothing, old clothes, worn out shoes, a computer, and glasses. i am low valued, and a lesser man than,
a full wardrobe, multiple pairs of shows, two or three cars, a grand house, a computer, tv, dvd, sterea, stapler, dinner
ware, tons of lamps, matches, paper, cell phone, dog, motorcycle, uber cool pool in the backyard, etc, etc. that man is
valued more than me. i should feel ashamed to sit in the same section of the bus as that man, or even drink from the
same water fountian. scum me, great he. how dare i complain that i am not sure of my future, while he isn't sure
what car he wants to buy? complain no more.
i'm going to have to be mean here.
