shadorma
Disturbed I can't find a job yet. I know I can be a cashier, but don't seem to be able to get a job anywhere. I'm a graphic artist that used to do ads for print and web, now can't find a job. Disturbed at why.
Honorable. Hmm...don't think I've ever typed or said this word out loud. It's a good word. Makes me think of a good person.
Bound and determined to find a damn job before I run out of money. I can't let my family think I'm a loser.
Farther and farther down the trail until I come across a little hole in the base of a mossy covered tree trunk. I bend down and peer between the roots into the dark abyss and wonder what lives down there? Can I go down there?
I stand on top of my fortress looking down over the masses with their pitchforks and torches. They think they can burn me out of my fortress, my great stone fortress. I wave my wand and zap them all to the bowels of hell.