Pointless...

 

If I could rewrite this story, I'd end it on the night I graduated with my doctorate.   That was the last high point I had & even that wasn't great.  I knew I didn't have anything lined up after.  It's been downhill since & that was decades ago.  If I'd died then, there would've been some accomplishment,  acknowledgement.  It wouldn't have devolved into the crapfest of failure it became.  

I'd definitely ended it before I moved here.   That was a horrible decision.   I wouldn't have made it into the 2000's & got diagnosed.  At every point that there's been some sign of possibility the door has always closed; sometimes slowly, others slammed. 

The people of this state slammed another door last night.  They voted to keep the lowest possible minimum wage.  If I could, I'd move, but that's not really an option.  I'm pretty sure I won't be changing locations until I die.   The entire state's a trap.

To every asshat that voted against helping others make a decent living, your malignant selves are destroying the thing you say you love.  Talk about an abusive relationship.

Cya...