Why Life Sucks

Life sucks because I'm in more credit card debt than my own mother.
Life sucks because the one thing I thought I had going for myself just fell through.
Life sucks because my roommates are moving next door with their 'best friend' leaving me here to scavenge for new people to live with.
Because my heart is racing and I have no way to relax it
Because I'd love nothing more to run
and I can't.
Because I have nothing to do. Ch131 is down, and I have no torrents that are decent and fit my mood.
Because I need a job, desperately, and cannot find one.
Because I can't pay my bills.
Because I have too many goddamn bills.

Life sucks because I complain too much.
I complain too much because I'm not a positive person
and I'll never be a positive person. I'll never be smug enough in my ways to just not care
to lie back and to just enjoy life.

No. My life has never been 'enjoyable'. I'd not wish it on my worst enemy. I deal with it. I tolerate it. It's despair. I can't even escape, even if I wanted to: debt would follow me everywhere.

All for a piece of paper, and all for you.