Epitome
Right now I am the epitome of depression. I hate this city. I hate my new job. I hate my skin. I hate that i don't ever have enough money. I hate that i'm still in the states. I hate that i have nothing to show for the last past 3 years . I hate that i'm not getting anywhere in my career. i hate that no matter how much of a good person i am (excellent if you ask me seeimg as though i take it upon myself to pray for others every night, before i pray for myself), people treat you like shit (literally)! I hate life. i hate this fucked up thing i call life!!!
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