well if you been a married woman

I am nothing. I thought I was a writer but I guess that's not what was meant for me and now i'm just a blob of preconceived notions of a mixture philosophy and biograph still frames. They used to show that in my classes at school. Now I've forgotten all that but i made anew. I'm just beaten up and the people around me aren't helping at all. I just feel so hopeless. Hopeless in art and hopeless in life. She drains my soul every month and i get nothing, i pay her bills while i live on nothing, maybe 100 dollars, and that's being fruitful. Let me go play guitar. I love you all.