Nothing ever goes right. And when I say that, I mean that life has become a constant series of assaults ranging from irritating to crippling, each one coming instantly after if not concurrently with the one before, never allowing a moment to breathe and recuperate. When I say that, I mean very literally that good things are no longer capable of happening; it is literally impossible for forces or events to align in such a way that a positive outcome will result.

Frankly, what's keeping me going right now is nothing but a stubborn refusal to quit. It's like a kid being beaten up by twenty bullies, who even as they pound him into the ground refuses to stop giving them the finger. Given the consistent timing and increasing severity of the assaults, and the fact that my personal strength and overall resources are both at the breaking point, I wouldn't be surprised if I died somehow by the end of the year, neatly tying the metaphor together. In the meantime, it's somewhat interesting and enlightening to go through the motions of life in complete absence of hope.