WILLING TO DONATE

i am so tired of looking at the same walls day in and day out. i feel like i am in prison, well i am a prisoner of my home. the difference between jail and my home, besides my home i am sure is more comfortable in more ways then one, is at least there are other people in jail to conversate with maybe play cards even. Saturday night and i have not one person to talk to or maybe go grab a coffee with, hell i cant afford a cup of coffee any how. what a sad, sad life i live, i wish i could give my life to a terminal patient, they would appreciate it a ton more. the new owner of my life might even be able to make something of this travesty called milissa's life. i cant seem to ever get anything to go right, i would even be willing to find a half way point if it was a step in a positive direction.