I hate life. I hate feeling poor. I hate being a parent. I hate having to wake up each day and do the same thing over and over again every day, week after week, and never any hope of changing for the better. Nothing ever gets better, only worse. The only reason I wake up each day is because I have to and don’t yet have the courage to find an exit. I also don’t want to disappoint my family.

I know I’ll lay in bed tonight trying to will my body to shut down before I wake up, but know it won’t. Tomorrow will come and I’ll have to go to work and put on my happy face while adding to the wealth of others who take advantage of a system that feeds on people in a moment of need.

The world sucks and I hate being part of it.