She use to say “you feel so sorry for yourself”
And its true, I did
And still do sometimes
And I have to admit, tis bloody pathetic
But fuckit, how do you get over it?
How do you overcome the daily shit
The car is fucked, and you have no money
and Now you have no transport
The credit card is overdrawn, and you owe a shitload on it, and you have no idea how you’r going to pay that motherfucker back
There is no job in the scope
No idea where to go look
You have some skills, but no one is buying them, or paying for them
You spend hours a day, dreaming … hours a day getting deeper and deeper in the hole
And down there there is no ladder going up
All the shit you read on Social media, just make you more depressed
Seeing people with the selfies on cruises, or eating burritos
or The protests about Giraffes getting butchered by twelve year olds
Or a toddlers first steps
or A dog with 1200 Instagram followers
Or a guy with a golden toilet taking a dump smoking a Havana
And you still have no job
Fuck, can’t a guy at least feel a little bit sorry for himself?
You fucking loser they scream!
Pull yourself up by those bootlaces
Snap out of it!
but at some stage you think if just one thing could work
If you just had some luck
If someone could throw you a rope
Maybe at least then you could hang yourself