Do you ever just think:
“Why am I here?”
It has been such a struggle finding the right purpose in life, trying this and that, but the same question keeps me up at night. Determination isn’t the problem; rather the means of doing exactly what I would like to do and what needs to be done. Society has made it so hard to find the right job, the right people, and the right environment; I can’t be happy until something gives.
I said to my stepmother the other day that maybe I am just meant to be. She did not understand, of course. She said:
“Be What”
Right?
My passion is to create and write about it, but with the cost of setting up an online store and having a paid website, it isn’t in my budget. I live on a pension of $300 a month; good thing I have a other half, but it doesn’t even cover the cost of living. I am so stressed every day about this; I can’t concentrate.
All I can say is there has to be a better way to “FUCK IT AND FIX IT”.
