
hyacinths
Member
- Sep 25, 2021
- 72
i just got fired from my "dream job" as a barista, three weeks into the job, and i know it's my fault completely. i loved the coworkers i had and being around coffee seems like a dream, but i had to take public transit to work which continually kept me late. i finally got too anxious to go in today and, despite knowing how bad it would look, just no called no showed. it's my fault. i had been unemployed for almost a year and just had barely found this job which i really liked but, turns out, i ended up fucking it all up again. i can't keep a job, i have so many debts to pay, and yet i still sit here in my bed and spend all of my money on alcohol or weed or anything else that will make real life seem easier. i can't handle all of this work, i feel up to my neck in shit that i dug into and now i can't even force myself to do what i need to anymore. I'm tired of giving myself hope that I'm gonna get better because in twenty-one fucking years it obviously is not going to get better. i am so tired of being alive, yet im so fucking terrified to die that i stay here and keep consuming resources and time into an empty shell of a person. im not going to be alive soon. but i can't die because its too soon to Christmas and my mom couldn't handle it. i can't die, but i cant live properly, im like a fucking zombie and i hate it i hate it i hate it i hate me i fucking hate myself so much