sirravennekros

I sit before my computer exanimate. I cannot thin beyond my now. I search in desperation for my future and find it gone. Where will I go, where will I be? I am a canvas-less scow amidst roiling waves. I want to make a future with someone. But I have nothing to offer. I'm working retail with no college beneath my belt and no goals to call my own. All are empty dreams held aloft by bare thread and simple twine. What woman would look to a blank slate of a man with no future and say, I wanna be with that??
No one.
Which, interestingly enough, is the same ammount of people who will read this post.
I'm going to go watch teletubbies, or some other kind of violetn method of suicide.