As I sit here trying to key down my thoughts, I have this sudden fear that the shitty situations this past week is just a beginning of what is to come. To such an extent that I’m afraid to write. Seriously afraid. Coupled with my low morale, I’m feeling really down. As I walked home this afternoon with the cold rain pouring on me while I pulled my bike that’s dragging on it’s flat rear tire, I can’t help but wonder if someone on top’s pissing on me.

The events of this week got me really envious of those who can leave work at the end of the day and be in the company of their family or someone they love or at least someone they enjoy being with. Me? Come back to nothing… Nothing at all…