Today is the end of my road. My girlfriend doesn't have money, crying on the phone and I can't help it either. It makes me so useless in this world. Nothing to give to makes her better, to pay that damn bill.
Mind you my bank is not better either. Even crossed my mind to ask someone to give me some money to pay all those debts, someone like in the world of movie or even singer.
I just don't know how to produce that money which is much needed.
Even this blog is such a waste of money, nobody is reading it, and all I want is to people to read and click on the adverts so I can get some money rolling in.
Pointless..right to the bottom..
Never mind to ask for the donation...who is reading this blog??
I know the answer---NOBODY!!!!
The way are things going, I won't be a surprise to end up in some sort of bedsit with no money, no relationship and no family.
The best answer would be in that case- Killing myself...
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Wednesday, 11 February 2009
Friday, 16 January 2009
My Life is Shit
I just came to an conclusion that my life is shit. This is the lowest of the low I could fall. Credit card company wants money, my account in minus, no money no payment!
I know there is nobody reading this blog, but I still have that tiny-winy hope that someone out there will read and donate money. It does looks and sound desperate, because I am, very much so. Please if you are reading maybe boring lines of my first real diary blog, donate for a carer driver who doesn't know where to go and where to turn to for help.
I read many times there is a miracle happen to people. I do believe in miracles, but not mine, other people miracles.
As miracles doesn't happen to me, never did and believe me, never will.
So if you can, prove me wrong.
Day at work, boring as usual. Cleaning shitty asses, wheeling wheelchairs, making stupid conversation with old people.
But deep down I just can't be bothered. I don't have a single stimulation for my brain in work. y brain go dead.
A few people told me that I am just wasting my time and youth with this underpaid job.
I know I do. But I just stuck! One thing that would keep my brain active would be money in my account, not in minus, just a bit in plus.
Until then, I will be just like a vegetable on the market, dead, eaten and forgotten.
I know there is nobody reading this blog, but I still have that tiny-winy hope that someone out there will read and donate money. It does looks and sound desperate, because I am, very much so. Please if you are reading maybe boring lines of my first real diary blog, donate for a carer driver who doesn't know where to go and where to turn to for help.
I read many times there is a miracle happen to people. I do believe in miracles, but not mine, other people miracles.
As miracles doesn't happen to me, never did and believe me, never will.
So if you can, prove me wrong.
Day at work, boring as usual. Cleaning shitty asses, wheeling wheelchairs, making stupid conversation with old people.
But deep down I just can't be bothered. I don't have a single stimulation for my brain in work. y brain go dead.
A few people told me that I am just wasting my time and youth with this underpaid job.
I know I do. But I just stuck! One thing that would keep my brain active would be money in my account, not in minus, just a bit in plus.
Until then, I will be just like a vegetable on the market, dead, eaten and forgotten.
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