I've realized that when you're a 20 year old, fresh outta college and struggling to find a job, you're automatically unwelcome in you're own home. Or at least, when you have parents like mine.
Sadly, I prefer not to die of starvation on the streets. But I think dying in my bed would be okay. I refuse to eat anymore of their food, or take anymore of their money.
It's hard, working a job that you're not even getting paid for and still trying to find a job that actually pays you. It's gotten to the point now where I'm crying myself to sleep because I feel like such a failure.
I hate myself right now. I feel worthless, I feel like all the torture I went through at college was for naught. I am serious about not taking their money or eating their food.
Ps: Hate that my first blog is so sad. Bu I'm back, lurking mibba really. But I've found my inspiration (Tom Hardy) and will be posting something in a few days or weeks. Heh. Night mibba.
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