lickerish
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Unemployed for a month and a half now. Yes, by choice.
How many resumes have I sent out, just to be sent a nice 'n tidy postcard saying "Thank you for your application, but you're just not what we're looking for"? Too many. I fill out application after application because I know I can do the job, but they won't even give me a chance. I'm a damn hard worker, and I'm loyal to boot. I'll do just about any pissant job just to be able to feed my kids.
I'm a single mom with 2 bright, beautiful, hilariously funny, tender-loving daughters. I live in a basic 2 bedroom apartment, with no matching furniture, cluttered so much that it looks like a tornado threw up everywhere. I have a car, that I own.. it's the only thing that I outright own, it's a piece of crap, but it's mine.
Hello, my name is notworthadamn.. I'm 25 years old. I have an almost 7 year old, and an 8 year old. Their dad doesn't give a shit that they exist, and proves it in the fact that he purposely avoids paying support.. He calls twice a year, for about 5 minutes to tell them 'hi', but he spends the majority of the time telling me that he misses my blow jobs. Fuck him.
I used to be skinny, 5 years ago. Yeah, that's about the time I left the moron. I've been fat ever since.. not really ever having a boyfriend since then, I'm thinking that's why, because I'm fat. I've dated a few guys, but all the good ones I push away. The ones I want, don't ever want me back.
My mom died 7 months ago, from small cell cancer. She had tumors in her brain and lungs. She was my best friend and confidante, when times got rough, she was there for me and knew exactly what to say. Now I have no one. She helped me out with raising my kids, they are who they are because of her goodness.. not because of me, I was away finishing high school.. or working 40 hours a week.
My dad is selling my house. The only place in this world where I feel safe and secure, the only place I can get away and feel like everything is going to be alright. He fucked up by spending all his retirement money restoring a '36 Ford Coupe. Now all he can see is the $250,000 flashing in front of his eyes while talking about selling my house.
I look out my bedroom window in this basic, unmatching apartment and watch my happy kids playing. I wonder how the hell I got here.. and where the hell am I going?
This is me in nutshell. Fucking going out of my head from worry that I'm not going to make it.. but at the same time, I know everything will be okay. Somehow, it always is.
I don't care where this thread goes. I don't care if you troll my words. This is me, and I needed to tell someone, show anyone, that I exist because right now, I feel small.
How many resumes have I sent out, just to be sent a nice 'n tidy postcard saying "Thank you for your application, but you're just not what we're looking for"? Too many. I fill out application after application because I know I can do the job, but they won't even give me a chance. I'm a damn hard worker, and I'm loyal to boot. I'll do just about any pissant job just to be able to feed my kids.
I'm a single mom with 2 bright, beautiful, hilariously funny, tender-loving daughters. I live in a basic 2 bedroom apartment, with no matching furniture, cluttered so much that it looks like a tornado threw up everywhere. I have a car, that I own.. it's the only thing that I outright own, it's a piece of crap, but it's mine.
Hello, my name is notworthadamn.. I'm 25 years old. I have an almost 7 year old, and an 8 year old. Their dad doesn't give a shit that they exist, and proves it in the fact that he purposely avoids paying support.. He calls twice a year, for about 5 minutes to tell them 'hi', but he spends the majority of the time telling me that he misses my blow jobs. Fuck him.
I used to be skinny, 5 years ago. Yeah, that's about the time I left the moron. I've been fat ever since.. not really ever having a boyfriend since then, I'm thinking that's why, because I'm fat. I've dated a few guys, but all the good ones I push away. The ones I want, don't ever want me back.
My mom died 7 months ago, from small cell cancer. She had tumors in her brain and lungs. She was my best friend and confidante, when times got rough, she was there for me and knew exactly what to say. Now I have no one. She helped me out with raising my kids, they are who they are because of her goodness.. not because of me, I was away finishing high school.. or working 40 hours a week.
My dad is selling my house. The only place in this world where I feel safe and secure, the only place I can get away and feel like everything is going to be alright. He fucked up by spending all his retirement money restoring a '36 Ford Coupe. Now all he can see is the $250,000 flashing in front of his eyes while talking about selling my house.
I look out my bedroom window in this basic, unmatching apartment and watch my happy kids playing. I wonder how the hell I got here.. and where the hell am I going?
This is me in nutshell. Fucking going out of my head from worry that I'm not going to make it.. but at the same time, I know everything will be okay. Somehow, it always is.
I don't care where this thread goes. I don't care if you troll my words. This is me, and I needed to tell someone, show anyone, that I exist because right now, I feel small.