It's Monday and nothing has changed.

I'm ever more desperate and hopeless. I'll never be able to affect my life again. I'm going to lose what little I have left and then I'll be utterly worthless.

Everyone around me wishes me well. I don't want to denigrate that.

I just can't eat wishes. Or put them in a bank. Or pay rent. I can't be an adult with just good wishes.

I have to force my way on the world and its continued rejection of me burns through my interest in sticking around.