I was so tired today and I felt so close to the end of my rope. It's been a while since the last time I asked myself why should I get up at all. Every day is the very same, not one problem solved. I can keep telling myself that somehow it will change but to speak the truth I don't believe in miracles. I think those people are long extinct who help strangers back to life just for charity. We can protest that money is not everything but when you think this over again you come to realize that it isn't true. If you haven't got money you are probably on the right way to disappear from this world. Food, accomodation, clothes are all for money. If you get these for free it still costs your dignity, the last inch what is still you, the last portion of pride that makes you stand tall. Sometimes just no one is there to catch when you fall.