I am so fucking sick of everything being the way it always has been. I have been looking for a career since I was 14 years old.
I need some financial security and I need a house of my own and I need to live either alone or with someone who does not daily send me into a fit.
I see no comfort... i tried to take comfort in my grades but that is wearing off... and there is the giant * buy it that I have never taken a full load of classes.
My hobbies will only do so much...
I love my family... but some are convinced it is not a problem, some only offer faith based solutions when that faith failed me, others try to shove me back into medications which also failed me
If I am set off this easily I will never be happy...
I am sick of working for a relative that is senile and at times stubborn to the point of stupidity. I love him like a father, and know his intentions are better then 99.9999% of people who have ever lived... but actions do not match the intentions and while a great family member is a really shitty boss...
I am sick of working 2x as hard as others at school...
Above all else I am sick of being dependent... I know of no one in the history of the world who by the age of 22 (which i am fast approaching) did not have there career planned out.
If I searched for 8 years for a career with not a bit of luck how the hell am I supposed to believe it will ever get better?
Why the hell do worthless pieces of shit get so much talent and I get shit?
I cant stand this anymore... every time I am sent to work without good tools for the job I want to die, every time I wake up and realize there is no future, I want to die every time I get up and without any respect to my internal clock get my day ruined whit the damned to do lists, (not that I have any issues doing my chores, but I am such a non morning person that i don't have the energy to handle being nagged at).
I need that damned career... if i had that hings may be fixed. I will never have friends, I will never have a woman... If I had a job I liked that paid enough to distract myself I could rot out my days without hurting anyone with my death.... but without it... why did i not (voluntarily method edit) today when I had the chance
I need some financial security and I need a house of my own and I need to live either alone or with someone who does not daily send me into a fit.
I see no comfort... i tried to take comfort in my grades but that is wearing off... and there is the giant * buy it that I have never taken a full load of classes.
My hobbies will only do so much...
I love my family... but some are convinced it is not a problem, some only offer faith based solutions when that faith failed me, others try to shove me back into medications which also failed me
If I am set off this easily I will never be happy...
I am sick of working for a relative that is senile and at times stubborn to the point of stupidity. I love him like a father, and know his intentions are better then 99.9999% of people who have ever lived... but actions do not match the intentions and while a great family member is a really shitty boss...
I am sick of working 2x as hard as others at school...
Above all else I am sick of being dependent... I know of no one in the history of the world who by the age of 22 (which i am fast approaching) did not have there career planned out.
If I searched for 8 years for a career with not a bit of luck how the hell am I supposed to believe it will ever get better?
Why the hell do worthless pieces of shit get so much talent and I get shit?
I cant stand this anymore... every time I am sent to work without good tools for the job I want to die, every time I wake up and realize there is no future, I want to die every time I get up and without any respect to my internal clock get my day ruined whit the damned to do lists, (not that I have any issues doing my chores, but I am such a non morning person that i don't have the energy to handle being nagged at).
I need that damned career... if i had that hings may be fixed. I will never have friends, I will never have a woman... If I had a job I liked that paid enough to distract myself I could rot out my days without hurting anyone with my death.... but without it... why did i not (voluntarily method edit) today when I had the chance