This is Paradise

Everything looks futile from here
I'm too lazy and I'm too hungry
I'm staying up too late
I have work too early in the morning
I hate my job.
I have low confidence.
I have very little money.
I make almost no money.
I don't have a license yet.
My dreams don't look good from here.
My stomach grumbles.
My head aches.

I hate the mirror, I can
barely look at my face.
I hate Florida, I can't
stand this place.