I have never felt so desolate and so alone. In 2 weeks, I will have no where to live. I have no money. I have no passion. I feel chewed up and spit out. I have no will to go back to school. Each day, as more and more shit is thrown in my face, I lose the sight of my dreams. I’m losing so many things. I haven’t played the piano or sang or have written songs in almost a year. i haven’t had any inspiration or passion or hope lately because every day there is something new that deafens my aesthetic. Some mornings, I wake up and my first thoughts are that of who I owe money to, how far behind I am, how broke I am, and how sad my life has become. What the fuck happened? Where did I, or everyone else go wrong? I’m sick of I’m sorry’s. I’m sick of apologies. I’m sick of “it’ll get better” because it won’t. It’s hasn’t. And I fear that it never will. I have no hope anymore.