Believe, Belief.

Hello. It's been nearly seven months since I have had a cigarette. My life still sucks though. At the moment my house, the run down squaler place that I live in, is infested with mice. I've mice trapped six of the suckers so far, but they are still running around. I don't know what to do.

They are really hard to trap with what I have as the traps aren't sensitive enough and the mice just eat the bait with out setting off the trap. But still i've managed to trap 6 mice. This is really gross. Ewwwww.

The other day upon arriving home I saw a Rat, not a mouse but a rat.

So with these things in mind and the obvious poor quality of this website you should consider donating, giving to me, to lift me out of the terrabad conditions that I live in.

I'm working here to make money. In the 5 and half years I have been living in this house I haven't made more than $40 NZ dollars bucks online. So I pretty much fail. My pet rock shop gets heaps more hits than this webpage and contains a fraction of the content.

I am by ways of posting on this site working. But it just doesnt pay off. There have been some successful websites with creators behind them posting useful and helpful material, but the people behind them are smarter and healthier and more motivated than me.

I could've been rich by now. But the powers won't allow it. I feel pretty tortured and ripped off just to say. Especially tortured. Especially ripped off. Tormented. Broken. Betrayed. Used. Never Ending. By real live people.

There is no where to go.

No one believes.