Sigh...Depressed Late-Night Ramblings

      If we have anything in common, it's probably that we're piss-ass broke. Despite that, my life was fairly easy. The stress of being poor was of course overwhelming, but I knew that come payday, things would get better...
      Now that I'm poor and toothless, it's different. Every single day I'm waiting for more money, anxious to buy more foods. Every single day I know my family will be okay until more money comes in, but for me it doesn't make a difference when it gets here or not. It'll run out too fast. It always does.
      My mom spoke of my issue recently with a little old lady who had dentures. This lady is ninety-something, and she wanted me to go do my denture fitting. Then she recalled her own and it made her nauseated just to think about it. Apparently during these pro-cedures, everyone gets queasy.
      Do I wish I still had my teeth? Well...sometimes. No pizza, no burgers, no Subway, no KFC. But I feel great. I'm just hungry. These soft foods aren't enough. Or if they are, I don't have a sufficient supply. For twenty-two years I felt like I would starve to death moments after eating a big meal, but at least I knew I could eat anything I could afford. Now I'm making myself sick with a "buffet" of tuna, smoothies and pudding, and that's only on the good days. To make matters worse the damn welfare office denied me a food grant.
      It probably seems a simple solution to you. Do the procedure. Get teeth. Vomit as much as you have to and then it's over - but it's really not. You have to do the procedure again and again to make the slightest adjustment, or replace them entirely. After all that, they might not fit. Each time, it costs big money.
      To no avail I've done it four times; I've gagged enough.
      I suppose I could use my savings...but I'll never see this much money in my pocket again, not if I'm always using it up. You know, life shouldn't be this hard. Not for anyone. Life shouldn't be so greedy that countless people suffer. Those who make it happen should reassess what the word humanity means to them. It shouldn't be this damn difficult to try and have a little fun money. If the world has been turning for millions of years, and the average human dies in their seventies if they're not murdered or in an accident, if you really think about it death is right around the cor-ner. So can't we help one another while we're still here? Do we really have to suck so much?