Pointless?

I’ve been thinking.  If I want a job the odds will be against me.  Think about it this way.  I need experience and if I can’t find a job how will I gain some experience?  It defeats the person.  I wish things were easier for me.  I hate working with somebody else to help me obtain a job, but I need someone fighting for me.  It appears I can’t sufficiently fend for myself for interviews.  How pathetic is that?  I just want to find easily without being considered retarded or something else.  I want to be more independent when it comes to that.  Finding a job is the most important thing for me and it should be.  I feel like a parasite.  Leeching off of the government because of my lackluster shortcomings.  Wish me luck I guess.  I’m going to need it.  

I Don’t Matter to a Single Soul

I don’t know what to do.  I want to be happy and carefree, but I have too many worries.  Things would be a tad better if I had someone to talk to.  I feel completely isolated and I hate it.  I’m a good person, but something’s not right.  I’m left on my own with barely any skills to get by.  Why am I even still here?  It’s confusing for me.

Listening to what got me into music.  Who is it?  Flyleaf’s debut way back in 2006.  Time sure does fly.

Being Here Is Draining

Being here is messing with my mind.  I have to get.  I know what I’m saying and I’m amazed I lasted this long.  I don’t know why I’m doing anything anymore.  I want to consider walking out tonight, but I don’t think I’m capable of doing that.  I don’t have anywhere to go anyways.  I hate my family and I have every right to.  I’m treated like an outcast by everyone.  I’m tired of getting emotional, but that’s only because of how it makes me look.  I’m nothing and maybe it’s time I realize that.  I can’t do this any longer.  I guess that’s why I treat myself the way I do.