The Joke Isn't Funny Any More.

I am getting heartily sick with things at the moment.  I am trying to build up my capital so that I can move out of this room into an apartment of my own.  But sevaral of the efforts I have made of late have come to nothing.  I try and sell an item on e-bay only to have it withdrawn.  And after a couple of months, despite being told that the genetics tests should just be a routine matter, I am turned down at the last hurdle for sperm donation.  Don't panic at the next bit because there is no way I'm going to commit suicide or anything stupid like that, but my life is worthless.  What is the point of me going on?  To provide amusement for those better off who enjoy Schadenfreude (and no, my dear LJ readers, I don't think of any of you like that.)  Look at my pathetic attempts to try and better my circumstances.  And laugh like a Hiyena as I get kicked back down again.

I JUST WANT TO BE HAPPY AGAIN.  OBVIOUSLY THAT IS TOO MUCH TO ASK.

Asking The Impossible, It Seems...

Right now I just need someone to hold me.