Do you know how I know the world isn’t going to end? Because there is no way I am going to struggle like I am to drag my sorry butt out of this pit of poverty, fight depression daily just so I can go out there and not make enough money, haul my water, use a bucket as a toilet, have no TV, no phone, no internet unless I drive 1/2 an hour and park on the side of the road in the sweltering heat, and live so far out I can’t afford to go visit someone and no one wants to come all this way so I sit alone thinking about how HE is off living the good life telling everyone “SEE I told you she couldn’t make it on her own, she’s nobody without me”. While he drains his next love struck victim of all HER money. She won’t be so smug and sure of herself when she is out of money and he finds his next perfect woman and leaves her destitute because she causes conflict by wanting him to work.
No the world is NOT going to end until I am back on my feet and I get to witness karma do her thing! Damn it! I will not die alone in this hell hole, so the aliens, God,
terrorists, or radiactive crap floating my way will just have to wait. Otherwise why am I bothering?