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Aug 06, 2013 09:00

I didn't get the Rossville job. They told me that there was a really strong pool of candidates to pick from. Which means I'm competing with that same damn pool every time, and the start of the school year is less than a week away.

My mother kindly pointed out that they would take care of me. That's good. Humiliating, but good.

The problem with having depression brain is that there is always a very small part of it that goes, "Girlfriend, I know I haven't made this suggestion in a long time, but don't you think your life has very little value? Perhaps we should consider ending it."

It would be nice if I had a meaningful counterargument.

It would be nice if I had a stupid job. 
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