Roadkill

I had to stop myself for a moment when I saw a dead cat on the road. He was laying on the side and I couldn't see where he'd been struck. I thought, "That's you. That's your life. Dead and forgotten." It's strange that I thought that way when I haven't published anything yet. I probably thought that because my job search went poorly. Job hunting is already a slough but it increases with each week. How does one have hope for a job when they can't work full-time? All that waits for you is death. I don't make enough to pay my bills and I can't save enough to retire down the line. My future looks bleakand all I feel is that dead weight on my chest. That fear of bring unimportant. 

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