that sinking feeling

Maybe if i had a job, a source of income, the world wouldn't seem quite so punishing.

Personnel Express. Temp Trends. Custom Staffing. Monster. Adecco.

There was a time, I could re-up with Adecco and get some bullshit job like it was nothing.

Now? It's FUCK YOU. What don't you fucking understand?

There are wavy points in the horizon that could be rescue ships. If I could just stay afloat till they reach me. But faith in the wavy points is waning. The Church of Wavy Points has a poor reputation.

And yet, on the cold end of the night, it's all I've got out here in the middle of nowhere...