Relentlessly Rejected

The sands in the hourglass known as “my fucked up life” are slipping through the tiny hole at a rapid rate.

I used to love the show in the 90’s, “My So Called Life.” I even had my own Jordan Catalano.

I didn’t think things could get any worse, but man, I am always wrong with that shit. A little over 11 months ago, I was told that life was meaningless and there was no purpose. Now, my rose-colored glasses have shattered lenses, yet I see that very clearly.

I never worked so hard to stay so stagnant. I keep saying, something has to give, but maybe that something is me. Maybe it is time to give up. Maybe it is time to give in.