The distant future seems even farther away. Prospects appear bleak. Differences become even more significant. Initially, it was Hope which sustained me. And Trust, and Promise. Now these have fallen away, leaving naked Hope. Hope seems small and tinny without its guardians, utterly insignificant and abandoned.
Why are you so stubborn? I used to think that low educational qualifications were alright, as long as my partner worked hard to climb up. Where did all those promises of reform go to? I like to think that you'll make it in the end, and that I wasn't wrong about you. However, as time passes, my patience grows thin. You want, and need money. You need better job prospects, and a better future resume. So work your way up. Start from the bottom if you can't cut the queue.
Sober up. Be realistic.
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