I'm jobless, broke, poor, I have $6.50 to my name if you don't count what I owe, no gas for my car, and in poverty, and on unemployment. I dyed my own hair with a $2.50 of hair dye from Target or Wal-Mart, I'm wearing uglier pants than sweats with elastic at the bottoms and these pants resemble pants that I imagine Humpty Dumpty to wear, my tshirt has hairdye on it, my room is a mess and even when I clean it, it quickly becomes a mess again.

The jobless part is what stinks the most because I can't no longer speak to that super smart young guy who helps me with my stuff I publish here. He said that I can still call him for help, but maybe I have the hang of this thing by now. I'm jobless because one of my bosses didn't like my boots. At a job before that one, my boss there didn't like my orange shoes and I got fired soon after. I've gotten yelled at before because my shoes weren't white enough. I've even been yelled at for not wearing my school colors in my shoes back in the day. To exaggerate, I've been fired more times than a canon on a navy battleship. And I don't nderstand what this has to do with shoes. Maybe I should go bowling afterall.

Did I mention I live at my parents house and they still make me cry?