The Most Discouraging Thing in the World:

Going home after a day of staring at the computer screen in your temp job, realizing that your apartment has lost any sense of "home," eating week-old leftovers for dinner with only your former roommate's sleepy hamster for company. Then add packing up all your stuff even though you really have nowhere to go, and the radio starting to play U2's "Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own."

Yeah. It's been a great day.

Sometimes You Can't Make it On Your Own Tough, you think you’ve got the stuff You’re telling me and anyone You’re hard enough You don’t have to put up a fight You don’t have to always be right Let me take some of the punches For you tonight Listen to me now I need to let you know You don’t have to go it alone And it’s you when I look in the mirror And it’s you when I don’t pick up the phone Sometimes you can’t make it on your own We fight all the time You and I… that’s alright We’re the same soul I don’t need… I don’t need to hear you say That if we weren’t so alike You’d like me a whole lot more Listen to me now I need to let you know You don’t have to go it alone And it’s you when I look in the mirror And it’s you when I don’t pick up the phone Sometimes you can’t make it on your own I know that we don’t talk I’m sick of it all Can - you - hear - me – when – I - Sing, you’re the reason I sing You’re the reason why the opera is in me… Where are we now? I’ve got to let you know A house still doesn’t make a home Don’t leave me here alone... And it’s you when I look in the mirror And it’s you that makes it hard to let go Sometimes you can’t make it on your own Sometimes you can’t make it The best you can do is to fake it Sometimes you can’t make it on your own