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depressedexwriter
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- Mar 16, 2022
- 16
Like, 'squatting in an apartment with a bunch of drug addicts' poor. But I never did 'hard' drugs. I can't figure anything out. I feel like an alien, or a machine that cannot repair itself and breaks down a little more each day. My friends are successful: they own multiple properties, or have hundreds of thousands of dollars on hand, or are moving up in their careers or getting married. Meanwhile I can barely hold down a job and I only ever seem to get the shit jobs that keep me in poverty.
I have a family, but they can't understand. They have money. My sibling remodeled their bathroom, spending $40k+ meanwhile I'm on food stamps.
The worst is when someone says, "You just need to ~manifest~! The universe will give you whatever you want!" I know manifesting doesn't work because whenever someone says this to me I try to manifest them to shut the fuck up but they never do.
I used to be a writer. I used to have a job that, though it had its downsides, was something I enjoyed and did reasonably well at. I don't know how much the pandemic is to blame but that sure as hell was a downturn in my life. Now I just want to drink all the time and die. There's probably people that will miss me. I try to maintain the outward appearance of a functional person. I'm probably too judgmental and picky about the work I do. Shit sucks, what can I say?
I have a family, but they can't understand. They have money. My sibling remodeled their bathroom, spending $40k+ meanwhile I'm on food stamps.
The worst is when someone says, "You just need to ~manifest~! The universe will give you whatever you want!" I know manifesting doesn't work because whenever someone says this to me I try to manifest them to shut the fuck up but they never do.
I used to be a writer. I used to have a job that, though it had its downsides, was something I enjoyed and did reasonably well at. I don't know how much the pandemic is to blame but that sure as hell was a downturn in my life. Now I just want to drink all the time and die. There's probably people that will miss me. I try to maintain the outward appearance of a functional person. I'm probably too judgmental and picky about the work I do. Shit sucks, what can I say?