woofwag
Bad dog
- Sep 17, 2025
- 364
Well super funny thing, today I learned that my roomie lost the job they just got 
))) I've been living here since summer and desperately trying to get a job, but I'm too disabled to work 90% of the shit around my small town. I got an interview Friday, but not high hopes considering I've had several interviews atp and no one wants to fucking hire me! Awesome!!!! Anyway everyone in my household has their bank accounts drained and no job so, here comes homelessness ig. We're trying to get rental assistance rn, but the waitlist is LONG, I'm talking like over 3 years long. The operator said that one guy had waited for 6 fucking years and still hadn't received it. So, current plan is either A. find some kind of temporary housing and have to sell probably a huge portion of my shit cuz I can't bring all of it which will devastate me B. start applying for physical jobs and destroy my body more than it already is, or C. move back in with my abusive mother who ignored/assisted in the worst things that have ever happened to me, in the house where it all happened. And I can't fucking do that anymore. I've tried and I end up attempting after minimum three months whenever I go there.
So. Here I am. SN, meto, and propranolol at the ready. A list of things I need to do to die. A partner who's willing to help. All signs point to death. I'm fucking cooked dawg
))) I've been living here since summer and desperately trying to get a job, but I'm too disabled to work 90% of the shit around my small town. I got an interview Friday, but not high hopes considering I've had several interviews atp and no one wants to fucking hire me! Awesome!!!! Anyway everyone in my household has their bank accounts drained and no job so, here comes homelessness ig. We're trying to get rental assistance rn, but the waitlist is LONG, I'm talking like over 3 years long. The operator said that one guy had waited for 6 fucking years and still hadn't received it. So, current plan is either A. find some kind of temporary housing and have to sell probably a huge portion of my shit cuz I can't bring all of it which will devastate me B. start applying for physical jobs and destroy my body more than it already is, or C. move back in with my abusive mother who ignored/assisted in the worst things that have ever happened to me, in the house where it all happened. And I can't fucking do that anymore. I've tried and I end up attempting after minimum three months whenever I go there.So. Here I am. SN, meto, and propranolol at the ready. A list of things I need to do to die. A partner who's willing to help. All signs point to death. I'm fucking cooked dawg
