I need one human being that gives two shits to tell me that everything's going to be alright.

The goals I've planted this week are already going to the shitter. It's discouraging when things take the wrong turn at the fork in the road, and even moreso when you hear "I don't know what to tell you." Not a fan of those unkindly words, especially in fits of frustration.

I'm going to have to start selling my shit, which includes the things I hold dear. My camera, being one of them. I did this to myself. But dammit, this fucking sucks.

Sad.