I'm so tired of being the loser in the game of life, and this stuff with Phil really brings me down, wasn't sure I'd get out of bed today. I don't know how we get fighting, I'm not trying to start a fight, but I say or do something, he starts railing on me, all angry and shit. Then he grabbed me by the back of the head and pushed me away, says he didn't do that, but he did. And we both can't quit drinking beer, I can go about a week, then have some kind of setback. Why are all of these lucky people having good jobs, good health, and good times in their lives? I blog so much, and I constantly write, but I can't make a dime at it. It's the only thing I'm good at, then I'm stuck doing all these crap jobs. oh poor me. sad.