VentingI don't know what to do with myself. Down in the dumps, but don't want any sympathy. It's a road I've grown quite familiar with. I know it like the back of my hand. And what makes it worse, it's all my damn fault. I've thrown my life down the drain. I'm getting evicted. The few friends I have that actually give a damn about me are busy making something of themselves, too busy to really give me the time of day anymore. I don't hold it against them, more myself for being such a loser. Can't keep a decent job. That doesn't bother me. Can't keep a house. That doesn't bother me. Can't keep a relationship, and don't want one, so that doesn't bother me. What bothers me is how pointless my daily routine has become, and it's pointing in the direction of failure everywhere I turn. Maybe this is too personal to be sharing, but frankly, I've got no one else, and I feel like I'm talking to myself no matter who I talk to, so I guess this is no different.