I'm so fucking depressed. Last tuesday was my 50
th brithday what a fucking big deal. I've left a lot behind me and have nothing before me. Does it make fucking sense to keep living? My life sucks. I'm a shame for my own little child. At my age my father had gathered success in life, he had managed to build a wonderful house in Francisco Sosa in Coyoacán, one of the most prestigious streets in México City, he had paid private schools for three children and had given his wife almost everething she wanted. I'm not able to pay my fucking little debts. I wouldn't be able to pay my son a private school, I can't afford a dentist that I badly need, I probably won't be by my sister's for this fucking damn Christmas to her disappointment cause I have not fucking enough money to pay a damn train or cheap flight ticket. Is that a life?
I don't do any intelectual work any more, I just sit at a desk like any cheap fucking receptionist. I get no respect from customers, they think I'm a damn shit employee whit -10 IQ. May be they are right. Who would give up a wonderful diplomat job to be hotelière? Only a fucking asshole like me!
So tell me is there any fucking reason to celebrate my fucking 50th birthday? NO WAY!!
I hope I die before 60! Who cares no body is reading this shit, I'm so fucking boreing.