Wild
I'm 26 now. How fucking wild.
I made this account when I 12 and have been back and forth ever since. Livejournal is like this little online pocket of my childhood. I plan to never delete it. It managed to escape both purges so I believe in its continued existence.
Reading back on this is joyfully nostalgic and embarrassing.
Nothing has really changed for me. I still live at home, I now work retail and I'm even worse off mentally than I was as a teenager. I'm on the brink of homelessness, my job is going no where and I have very little prospects.
Its funny how people tell you to ask for help, that its out there but its impossible to afford or find. Society doesn't actually care. Individuals? Of course. I know people care about me. But society doesn't give shit about anything but profit.
When I younger writing these posts; I cynical but hopeful. I thought I'd at least get through university and get a full time job and have something. But I didn't make it at all.
I didn't make it.
I made this account when I 12 and have been back and forth ever since. Livejournal is like this little online pocket of my childhood. I plan to never delete it. It managed to escape both purges so I believe in its continued existence.
Reading back on this is joyfully nostalgic and embarrassing.
Nothing has really changed for me. I still live at home, I now work retail and I'm even worse off mentally than I was as a teenager. I'm on the brink of homelessness, my job is going no where and I have very little prospects.
Its funny how people tell you to ask for help, that its out there but its impossible to afford or find. Society doesn't actually care. Individuals? Of course. I know people care about me. But society doesn't give shit about anything but profit.
When I younger writing these posts; I cynical but hopeful. I thought I'd at least get through university and get a full time job and have something. But I didn't make it at all.
I didn't make it.