Why do people bother reading my writing?

Desperate again,

To earn money.

Another payment soon.

I have some jobs lined up.

I can only hope it will be enough.

I tried to get an actual job,

So I might be able to cover future costs,

With less panic.

But I guess,

Every place I have checked so far,

Knows what they are looking for,

And I’m not it.

I guess,

I will try the job I always known,

I could get.

Not exactly a high class establishment,

But I suppose it’ll do.

Panicking about a payment.

I sound like a druggy.

I promise I’m not.

Honestly,

I have no idea why I post everything I do,

Most of it is pretty random.

I guess I have to put my thoughts somewhere.

And,

Well,

I’ll write them out anyway.

Why not post them,

I guess?

It isn’t really like I have much to hide.

Little in my mind,

That I wouldn’t share.

It’s whatever.

No one has to read my ramblings.

People do,

Sometimes,

But no one has to.

I should do something productive.

Like Nanowrimo,

Or more homework.

I think,

Though,

That I’d rather eat a snack.