what has happened? we will never never know. according to my bank account i am a poor man. and by poverty i mean i cannot afford the peace of mind a man deserved. peace of what? it is more like a war of mind.
this is the existence of the entrepreneur? this is not larry lipman style now, is it. but of course focusing on the negativity like that has never helped anyone.
but who has ever helped anyone. mother theresa comes to mind and i am sure she has. helped herself to a better state of mind. peace of mind, perhaps, perhaps not.
the financial security is just also there for this absence of fear, the freedom from it? who knows.
a man getting paid £1080 and hour in this motherfucking city. it is highly problematic and has never been like that. the hope is fading my brother and i don't like it.
so what are you going to do about it? you pay the therapist and they take another £160 just to make you feel a bit less raped. raped in the ass. and unworthy. and resposible for this complete fucking mess that was nothing but a consequence of a a fucked up life full of good intentions and weak faith. what can you do. start the prayers, i suppose?