Three Hundred & Seventy
Theme: Death Of A Dead Horse
I didn't get the NHS job. The job that I was really holding out for. I feel like absolute shit. I could just disappear right now. I'm going to have to get my ass up town next week and get something voluntary so it looks like I'm doing something. I feel like a dead horse, and some kids have come along and decided to poke me with a stick. Maybe I deserve all this and I'm just so fucking stupid that I can't get anywhere in life.
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