When you're that lost you can only wish for misfortune on others, to bring them down to your level, then beneath it, so you can all suffer together, although them a little more, while others continue to exploit, fuck and mangle you and yours without concern, for profit, amusement and indifference, and still others do well by doing good.

Another world was once possible, and may still be for others, but not for you with a foul mood, depression, and blank lack of effort and hope.

There are the years you have wasted, and the years still to waste, with nothing left over for life.

Shame coats everything with bitterness, even the promise of death.