Y6 D339

The world is a lousy place. It truly is. I'm tired of it.

April 29 1992 there was a riot on the streets tell me where were you?

Have we learned nothing in 23 years? Apparently not. People beating each other. People killing each other. Over what? Who knows. I weep at this world.

That's the macro level and while I wish I could do something, I can't. But even at the micro level, things are shit. People around me suffering from financial hardship. People losing houses and getting kicked to the curb. People working two and three jobs to make ends meet. All for what? So some old rich white motherfucker can have more money than his old rich white friends? Why do we even keep going? I'm a fucking hamster in a treadmill. Even if I go top speed I am never going to get anywhere. So why bother? I've lived an okay life. I've done stuff. Good and bad. I've done my share. It's just tiring to keep going and not get anywhere.

And then there's people like X1. Yeah, there's a name I haven't mentioned in a long fucking time. She has been texting me with things like "hey hope you're doing okay in your new life" and "I heard you needed leg surgery, hope it turns out okay" and then finally in the middle of the night last night "you can't even return a nice friend greeting?". Um, no I can't. I have nothing to say to you. I have nothing to talk about. There's no reason for you to even still have my phone number really. What do you want? I have nothing nice to say to you, so go away you bitch.

Fuck. I am just so done. But I don't even get to go home. Oh no. I have to go to Austin at the ass crack of dawn tomorrow for the next 8 days. I know I know. I bitch about being at home, I bitch about being on the road, I bitch no matter what. See? I should just be put out to fucking pasture. Be done with it.