Waiting for an Epiphany

God knows what the answer is. I found myself walking around the cemetery the other day, i think mainly to pay respect to the dead. I saw a few people my age or younger and while looking at their photo’s and belongings that family and friends have left them i thought to myself that could be me. Why were they taken so young and yet i can’t seem to get my life straight but i’m still here. It’s not to sound depressive, it’s just a simple question. I guess that most people would say "That’s life" but in truth i’d say "That’s death". The expectations of love arn’t what they used to be. I find that even with a decent job buying a house will leave me with about $100 a week  for food, petrol and whatever social life i have left. What am i missing here? I know i can do everything i need to get me out of this shit but i don’t do anything about it. I’m stuck in a rut.

Fuck this sucks