Sigh. I think they would give me a break if they knew everything. Or at least the part about me working from 7AM to 10PM every day this week. I was working less. But I’m in training for a part-time job. Free training of course. I could fell the test and get nothing.

I know others wouldn’t be able to sustain this. Yet I am. They couldn’t do it if they had kids or have to take care of anyone. All day I’m glued to a computer.

And it’s cold. It snowed. I hate snow and the cold. It’s hard for me to get out of bed when it’s cold. If I had to leave the house daily, I would consider using more heat just so I can get going. But that would give me a $300 electric bill.

Why do I always get bad living spaces? I don’t hate it as much as others would. But it keeps happening. Oh, is it because I dont’ have money? Yep. I get screwed daily. It’s so expensive to be poor. And people have no idea. I write out the cost of things that solid middle class people (and people with friends) don’t have to pay, and it’s probably at least $5,000 more a year.

Why is the poor person paying more? Because we are worthless. And no one cares.

I have to go and take a test for this contract job that I might not have. So tired. Exhausted. Beyond burned out. When will this end? I see no end in sight. Except death. I am working to death, but it’s a slow death. Why can’t I get hit by a bus? Or a car? A bike? A person? Please?

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