Sometimes I can't help but wonder if "a future" was something that only kids in the 1950s had.
I have been pondering this thought incessantly over the past few weeks, because I certainly don't seem to have a future of any kind. I'm broke; I work a tech job for a company that pays me little more than a pittance; my car is about to be repossessed because I cannot now, nor could I ever really before, afford to make the payments on it regularly. Much as I hate work I'm probably going to have to find a second job, which means that any free time I might come across, I'll have to spend it sleeping. In a few months I'll probably be within hailing distance of a nervous breakdown.
To make matters worse, I don't know what the current situation is with my girlfriend, and the fact that she's approximately 400 miles away doesn't help the matter at all.
I need a holiday. Pity I'll never be able to afford a real one.