Well, there went two more jobs

I don't know what I am doing wrong - I switch up styles, I try friendly and am told I seem flighty, I try more serious and am told I seem too stolid

If I could figure the rules I would be okay

When I refer to demons, refer to the dark thoughts that plague me, that tell me to completely give up, surrender, to let the black dogs, already harrying my heels, to drag me down and rend me in pieces

If it was not for the tiniest sliver left of hope, the little naive part of me that says "You've helped others, you stood up and pitched in, they will reciprocate...soon", I would have no worries, no fear, no depression

Every night I go to sleep thinking "maybe I will get lucky. Maybe I will either die in my sleep or get a call and someone will say "Can you start tomorrow?""

And every morning I wake with "******mit..."