Listen up and listen good. Doing my job really makes me depressed. I'm chaining deeds and checking for encumberments on those deeds, but I can't afford to live here in New Jersey. It's like doing paperwork for McDonald's but never being able to eat there. Not even a free meal mid-day as a perk for working there. With that thought in mind, my brain picks up the ball and runs with it to the goalposts whereupon I begin to beat myself up for being a failure in life, losing out on stuff, and more being hard on myself.


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