Putting Holes In Walls/Happiness
I work all the time, rebuilding peoples' homes, taking on more responsability than I get paid for. Yet, despite earning a good wage, I have no money. Instead, I pay for an education, that avails me little more than a broader sense of intelligence, which, into itself, is not only worthless but allows me a greater perspective on how little I accomplish. Once, I accomplished great thing after another. Then I proceeded to throw most of the physical and non-physical capital away, but kept the time and money spent, the broken-heartedness, and the loans acquired onto my next stage of life. Now, I broke my fridge, an old, energy guzzling monster, and spent time and effort replacing it with one of my own so I wouldn't have to deal with the landlord. Mine, it seems, is also not working well and will require repair. Moving it into my house has turned my home into a disaster, recycling strewn about the floor. Before this, my home was a mess and I am a mess because I do not have the time or sanity to clean it or the time or money to feed myself enough. Moving it into my house pulled up some of the metal floor edging, which has just ripped open a huge hole in my foot.
Life isn't exactly turning out how I thought it would a year ago.
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