it's not that i hate my life,
not as it is.

it's not that i spend every minute
of every day
wishing i could escape
the hell that i'm living in.

i actually don't mind it,
my life,
it's not that bad.

but when i think about my future,
well,
there isn't one.

i can't see me
in twenty years
with a life and a home
and someone who loves me.

you see,
it's not that my life is awful.
*it's that i'm awful at living.