There's Absolutely Nothing

Nothing at all.  Does it mean anything?  Well it could only mean one thing.  And the problem with that is that I can't verify it.  Not without the time.  And a huge part of the issues I'm facing now is that I can't be where I have to be, where I need to be.  And I don't have the means to pull off my dreams, which is terrible because I have the intellect to do it.  That, I suppose, is the worst sort of knowledge and failure.  Cause at least then you know where things are headed.

It hit me just last night.  I hate my life.  I truly do.  Everything I do just saps my spirit just that little bit more.  There's still so much more work to do, blargh.

I think I know what's happening to me.

Joaquin out.