I wish I didn't feel so bleak about the future. If I could only get excited about it or something, then maybe these coming months would be easier to live through, knowing, at least, that better days are coming for me. But I don't feel like better days are coming at all, and I have no hope for the future whatsoever. I can't see myself doing anything or ever making it out of here. It all looks very unpromising and hopeless.