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.