A small part of this world

The world continues to move and yet another crisis has befallen us. Will things ever get better? And what kind of asshole would I be to use this as a lead in to make it about myself.

This kind. I am this kind of asshole. In fairness to myself, I do think my problems are not entirely trivial.

I was trudging along, barely surviving, the new year was bleak and tough, hungry, always with the threat of homelessness hovering over me, but it's slowly getting warmer and busier and things were set to get better. Not good, just better. 

So of course I had to suffer another setback. My main source of income, pitiful as it was, is now gone. I'm not able to get something new as quickly as I need and family in this case aren't able to come through. I really don't know what I'm going to do now. I seem to have just ended a relationship as well. Whether that makes things worse I don't know.

I don't know if it's worse or better or the same as it's been for a long long time, I just know that this is getting too old, I need for this fucking miserable spell to be over, like a year ago.

I know people have it much worse than me. I still can't stand this shit.