Going down, down, down quickly again...
Business sucks. Someone who was on the fence, gonna book soon, decided to book with someone else. Said she knows my demo is better, but feels she has to get this girl going. Whatever. I have no business, no friends, no personal life. Just waiting to die.
And no, it isn't just because of business. I'm tired. Too tired to do what I would need to do to keep everything going. Juggling the balls in the air, but watching them ready to drop. Work, work, work. Why? To pay the man, to live another 60 miserable years. Alone.