What life, and for why?

9.30pm. I've just locked the doors to my business. I've been here since 7.45am, had 'lunch' at 5.50pm which consisted of dreaded McDonald's, which I detest but had to eat because everything else was already shut, then back to work. Dinner was a handful of crackers and some cheese, because that's all I could get out of the cupboards at work at 9pm before cleaning up and locking up.
My business used to be my passion, but as staff drop like flies or pull 'heartstrings' and all I'm left with is me and few die hard partimers, it's turned into survival as my debt looms over my head and I do what it takes to move on.
And that's really all I can do: move onwards. Hope is dwindling.