investing is for rich people

God, I want to die! I need to! Remember when I wrote that I'd be literally dancing in the streets and then dancing in the halls of the psychiatric unit after they carted me off for evaluation for my behavior when I realized my time was coming? Should I start? Should I put on my sneakers, turn on KTU and start practicing inside? How about I keep the dancing indoors to prevent anyone from finding out why my spirits are really soaring. God, I want to know! See, this is the thing with you, you never talk to me! You're absent from my life when I'm hanging by a shred of my faith! No wonder I'm reading anti-God books. My mom is going to find out about my life and freak. Then she's going to find out that although I didn't attend church I possibly had a little more faith than her because I was able to withstand my suffering and keep myself safe from harm even when I thought I COULDN'T. I'm really disapointed by my investment portfolio. I was only able to afford a partial share in the two companies I chose with the money I used to invest taken from my account every first Tuesday. I want to sell one 'cause I'm not really a consumer of the company anymore. Whatever. They're worth only $2.00 to me, now that's sad. I need to invest more and they need to be full shares, not just partial. I want to sell and get out of this mess. I only signed up with my investments because I thought I would earn myself $20.00 by signing up to various offers a work from home email was sending me. I couldn't do all the offers, I only left with Sharebuilder. I'll just keep my investment there, and if I get some money I'll put in more towards it.