I feel like it’s a complete waste of time to even apply for jobs and feel even more anxiety, dread and disgust that I got a few calls. The way things are, I won’t be here more than a month because the love of my life only has until Oct 1st to find a place to live and he would run off to a real shit hole of a city that’s one giant ghetto and I’d be left to run off to kill myself. I got him to consider a city I once lived in because the laws work for both of us there but I know fat people absolutely, 100% can not get a job there and the one person I know still living there doesn’t want anyone around and wants to live alone and be a hermit and never see humans again. So that’s not an option even for a short term stop. I don’t even feel like it’s worth it. Life will never work out. My hours got cut yet again. My other job is ending. It’s not possible to live on a mere $100 a week. I owe the IRS $50 a month and the state $20 a month for the rest of my life because they charge $40 for every month it’s not paid off in full so I’ll only get deeper and deeper in debt to the state. Now the credit cards that were stolen nearly 3 years ago are starting to find me and calling up demanding payment I don’t fucking have. I can’t succeed in this life at all. I’ll end up homeless and then in prison for all the debts if I continued to live anyway. Someone just died here playing Pokemon Go if I wasn’t so fucking fat that my vital organs would be protected from any and all impact I could do the same shit and make it look like an accident even. SIGH!
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Maybe you should go on food stamps and welfare to help you out. And for the credit cards that got stolen didn’t you report it to the police and the credit card company?
I remember you mentioning once that you are obese. Can’t obese people be put on disability? I had a family member that was on disability for her obesity, and it’s not like she was immobile or anything.