This will probably be my last blog. My lifelong ambition of becoming a full-time freelance writer has singularly failed. I am about to lose my flat through dwindling finances, and my inspiration is giving way to depression. Don't get me wrong, I'm not suicidal or anything, but I just don't think that I will ever find my place in this world and can't be bothered to eloquently rant about it anymore. Therefore, for the final time I will leave you with a short diatribe.
As far as I'm concerned, this world is going to the dogs ... guaranteed. It started before I was even born; whether by institutionalised economic repression, corrupt capitalist greed, or the religious right to persecute, the damage has been done. And it's irreversible.
My hope for possible change has gone.
