Evil Days are Mine

My life has turned to shit. I lost my job recently, I am on the verge of losing my home, and to top it all off, the one who has been my moral support, my lifeline to sanity, and one of the best lays I've ever had(which isn't saying much, since I haven't had that many to begin with), has deserted me in my time of deepest need. My future has become a bleak, bitter wasteland of no hope but the cold comfort of the Abyss. I don't know why, but every time I think I'm gonna get ahead, something happens to knock me back down. My job at a grocery store fell through because they started cutting my hours further and further down til I couldn't even pay my rent, so I got a better job, or so I thought. I work there, and get a roommate, so I think it'll be easier. But no, he just wanted to spend money on Star Wars shit instead of necessities, after I told him it wasn't as important as bills that needed paid. Then I lose my job and he pulls a ghost on me, leaving me high and dry after telling me that he would help out til I got another job. He left me with no food, no money for rent, not even a goodbye or thank you. I cannot do this shit anymore. It is said,"'Tis better to rule in Hell than to serve in Heaven," but I feel as though I've been serving in hell. Don't be surprised if this is the last time you hear from me. Keep your eyes on the obits pages of northwest Arkansas for any suicide notices. This is ,potentially, goodbye to all.