04.11.03 - 2:13 a.m.
I never meant to be here.
I didn't.
I meant to be successful. Not rich, but comfortable, with a car and a family and chilluns.
I never meant to be floating checks and borrowing money and not going out because I can't afford a beer.
I never meant to be paying for groceries with change.
I never meant to be panicking in April because I couldn't pay my taxes.
I never meant to be thirty--almost--and drunk at 2 a.m. because Fred Meyers sells wine for $2.50 and I could buy that but not a beer at the bar around the corner because that's $3.00.
For fuck's sake.
I never meant to be here.
