I'm in Hell and I can't get out
I'm in hell and I can't get out. And not the kind of hell that's other people or like how I'm my own worst enemy. I mean that my life is literally a living hell at this moment. It's like, on the surface, someone might say I'm being over dramatic. "Come on, It's not that bad" they might say, "You've got three meals, a cot, and the clothes on your back." "Surely you're not saying you're worse off than those poor folks out there on the street." Not at all, my point isn't that I am in a special kind of hell, no sir, in that sense you'd be quite right. We're all burning in hell together, and it's happening right here on Earth. If only we'd be lucky enough to be granted that sweet release of death, that would be much more preferable. But this? I don't know what to say or do about it, I'm not tired, sick, or feeling suffocated. I'm just sitting here in the middle of the fire. Cooking to a cri...