I feel like roadkill and my creditors are crows pecking at my carcass. If the money's not there, then it's NOT THERE. What the fuck am I supposed to do, hold up a liquor store?
Sorry. You can read what set me off this time here: http://www.jtirregulars.com/2016/01/open-blog-friday_22.html in the comments section
I so want to end it all. Where there's no hope, there's no life. I no longer have any hope. All I see are endless days of poverty and illness. All I see are endless battles with huge bureaucracies that I can't possibly win. My health insurer doesn't give a fuck about people - they just want the $, and more and more $. Ever drive by an insurer's or pharmaceutical company's campus? You can just head a little south and see what Abbot Laboratories looks like. It looks like royalty lives there. I bet you that maintaining Abbot's landscape costs more than I see in a year. Insurers and big pharma make trillions of dollars off of the suffering of others. And there's not a fucking thing you can do about it. Don't like it? Well, then, die.