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Mi Mi
No One Special
- Mar 18, 2024
- 308
On Thursday I went to an interview for a restaurant.
On arrival I didn't feel good about it and my gut was saying maybe I should leave.
But the manager was nice and we agreed to starting me as a hostess part time.
I start Monday.
Then Friday I went to an interview that I forgot about.
A housekeeping position for a Jewish organization.
On arrival I definitely picked up some bad energy from the woman assisting me.
But I pushed passed it.
That manager seemed nice and Is willing to work with me on my other part time job.
It's understood that I don't have a set schedule yet but will try to work it out because she knows both if them hired me.
I don't think it's going to work but I'm trying to remind myself for someone who has no desire to live and heartbroken I'm doing my best.
Once I got home I just sat and stared.
So much anxiety to start over.
Will I be able to keep my place and car.
Will I be able to afford a hotel if I lose my place.
Anger comes over me because I question God do you see me.
Why wasn't I allowed to come home.
Why am I so stupid.
Then I start playing the blame game and blaming everyone around me and myself.
Then I start going back over different methods and trying to see if I just keep searching maybe I'll find something.
I'm so exhausted.
I really don't want the SN method.
I'm overwhelmed by the information.
The process.
The inability to get and trust a source.
The idea of ingesting makes me nauseous.
Also increases that feeling of being stupid and dumb because it feels like everyone around me gets it.
I thought about CO.
I often fantasize about sitting in my car with a portable generator and just drifting off.
Being found in my car days later is actually comforting to me.
Then I think I'm gonna have to tap into my gangsta and jump from a building.
I think if a beauty queen can do it so can I.
I'm the girl who drank antifreeze.
Surely I can jump from a building.
My brain never shuts off.
Then it doesn't work when I need to remember something.
I'm trying to relax and remind my that even if it feels like I'm not doing enough I really am.
I'm doing all I can do.
I even signed up for door dash and a cuddling job.
Just waiting to hear back.
I'm really grateful for this site.
Atleast here I can really let out my thoughts.
I often cry because I used to want to loved so bad.
I wanted to be normal.
Now I don't want anything.
I just wanna no longer exist.
I no longer crave love or understanding.
I just wanna be done.
4 decades of failure is enough.
On arrival I didn't feel good about it and my gut was saying maybe I should leave.
But the manager was nice and we agreed to starting me as a hostess part time.
I start Monday.
Then Friday I went to an interview that I forgot about.
A housekeeping position for a Jewish organization.
On arrival I definitely picked up some bad energy from the woman assisting me.
But I pushed passed it.
That manager seemed nice and Is willing to work with me on my other part time job.
It's understood that I don't have a set schedule yet but will try to work it out because she knows both if them hired me.
I don't think it's going to work but I'm trying to remind myself for someone who has no desire to live and heartbroken I'm doing my best.
Once I got home I just sat and stared.
So much anxiety to start over.
Will I be able to keep my place and car.
Will I be able to afford a hotel if I lose my place.
Anger comes over me because I question God do you see me.
Why wasn't I allowed to come home.
Why am I so stupid.
Then I start playing the blame game and blaming everyone around me and myself.
Then I start going back over different methods and trying to see if I just keep searching maybe I'll find something.
I'm so exhausted.
I really don't want the SN method.
I'm overwhelmed by the information.
The process.
The inability to get and trust a source.
The idea of ingesting makes me nauseous.
Also increases that feeling of being stupid and dumb because it feels like everyone around me gets it.
I thought about CO.
I often fantasize about sitting in my car with a portable generator and just drifting off.
Being found in my car days later is actually comforting to me.
Then I think I'm gonna have to tap into my gangsta and jump from a building.
I think if a beauty queen can do it so can I.
I'm the girl who drank antifreeze.
Surely I can jump from a building.
My brain never shuts off.
Then it doesn't work when I need to remember something.
I'm trying to relax and remind my that even if it feels like I'm not doing enough I really am.
I'm doing all I can do.
I even signed up for door dash and a cuddling job.
Just waiting to hear back.
I'm really grateful for this site.
Atleast here I can really let out my thoughts.
I often cry because I used to want to loved so bad.
I wanted to be normal.
Now I don't want anything.
I just wanna no longer exist.
I no longer crave love or understanding.
I just wanna be done.
4 decades of failure is enough.