I've been looking for a steady job since 2009 (3 years now) and I still can't find shit. I'm living with family in the dining room, and on food stamps just to survive and stay off the street. I can build and repair computers, but can't even land a job at WalMart. I try to make money by fixing computers from home, but nobody has money and they're all flakes. If I advertize like crazy (online, on light poles around my city, in parking lots, holding a big sign, handing out business cards), I can maybe pull in $200 in an entire month. Things are bad.
You think shits bad? Haha you bet your fucking life it's bad. When you finally get out of this stew your in, you'll realize that it's the same. If you live in a dining room or a house of your own, is there a real difference? You'll still be your sorry, lonesome self. Everyone is as empty as you. So please, laugh about it. Be happy that everyone is pretty shitty. We are all bullshit. Everything is bullshit, and god is the imagination of a young teenager who fell of his bicycle and died. It's all one picture, and you can look at it anyway you'd like to.
Is it normal to feel like life is not moving forward.
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I've been looking for a steady job since 2009 (3 years now) and I still can't find shit. I'm living with family in the dining room, and on food stamps just to survive and stay off the street. I can build and repair computers, but can't even land a job at WalMart. I try to make money by fixing computers from home, but nobody has money and they're all flakes. If I advertize like crazy (online, on light poles around my city, in parking lots, holding a big sign, handing out business cards), I can maybe pull in $200 in an entire month. Things are bad.
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You think shits bad? Haha you bet your fucking life it's bad. When you finally get out of this stew your in, you'll realize that it's the same. If you live in a dining room or a house of your own, is there a real difference? You'll still be your sorry, lonesome self. Everyone is as empty as you. So please, laugh about it. Be happy that everyone is pretty shitty. We are all bullshit. Everything is bullshit, and god is the imagination of a young teenager who fell of his bicycle and died. It's all one picture, and you can look at it anyway you'd like to.