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I'm ending it tonight, robots. I won't make any subsequent replies, but I will die tonight. Figure I should let my only friends know, at least.
In high school, I met a girl with schitzophrenia. We became intimate. One day, she pulled a knife out on me. We pushed through with the relationship. Eventually though, she left me. After two years.
Soon after, my mental health flew out of control. I was incarcerated. After getting out, I lived with my mother. She's dying of cancer. I'm now 20 years old and still, my mental health strains me. I have applied for 50+ jobs. Day one on six of the jobs I broke down. I tried. I fucking tried. If a God truly exists, an afterlife after this, I hope they show pity on me. Because I fucking tried so goddamn hard. But if I can't work, then I don't belong in the capitalist regime and basically become an outcast by default.
Thanks for reading, anon. If your life is going shitty, I hope it gets better. Somehow. Just don't lose hope and become a lost cause like me. I'll maybe see some of you on whatever side there may or may not be.