Your's is a funeral I'd fly to from anywhere

I don't know. Somethings all wrong with me and that's why my life must suck the way it does. I made out with that guy I've been (kind of) stalking the past 9 or so months but he never called me. I got sick and shat and puked my heart out all night and then had to go to work anyway. And today my dad told me that we probably will have to sell the house anyway. We thought we could keep it due to some paragraph that should help to preserve very old buildings by minimizing taxes due after inheriting realty. For whatever stupid reason that might not apply to us, and the sum of taxes is so high that we could not afford it. Everything's going wrong. Seems to. I hate it. Sometimes there seems to be a little light and some hope and I come to think of a happy ending but -Whoosh!- life slaps me in the face again. I know this isn't helpful. It's no use to pity yourself the way I do right now. BUT I CAN'T HELP it right now. I'm really down, it hasn't been fun for ages. I need something like a sign. I need some help here. Some reason not to quit service.