My bachelors degree, which I've worked so hard on, and earned, is seemingly useless. I am so depressed that all of my hard work and dedication has led to nothing but the same retail job at $8.22 an hour working under people with no college or even high school.
My writing has been darker and bleaker as of late, yes, it is possible...
Only my exits into delirium as Harley Quinn keep me alive, artistically. I find myself moving quicker towards ecstasy and fantasy to keep me afloat.
I'm dragging on the bottom of the ocean floor, finding nothing but bones and broken shells.