i have less than a month left in unemployment and ive only had 3 interviews and one was publicly humiliating

im scared my attorney wants to talk to me next monday to drop my disability case. if they do, i will kill myself the following day.

she's texting me as she walks to work, already late, trying to gaslight me saying she's always on time. delusional.

she makes me sick to my stomach how stressed she makes me

WHY DOES MY GF ALWAYS DISMISS MY CONCERNS ABT BEING L8 4 WORK? IM LITRLY ALWAYS RIGHT ABT TIMING & SHE HAS BEEN WRITTEN UP B4

lab rat lmao

heavy and supine, locked in place by stress and insecurity. i feel illness down in my core.

there is someone LITERALLY smoking crack in front of the apartment building door i fucking HATE seattle

sorry to impose but please anyone who sees this to pray for me and my disability case... 9 years overdue, 4 years of paperwork and pain...

i dont matter. my feelings dont matter. my pain doesnt matter. my joy doesnt matter. my energy doesnt matter. my life does not matter

why bother asserting im trans i will always be a woman to the world no matter how hard i fight no matter how bad it makes me want to die

everything has always been and will always be terrible

after last weeks disastrous "interview" (or, rather, public humiliation session) ive lost all faith in trying to get a "normal" "job" again

i wish i had my pc again ive been wanting to stream for ages and i have so many concrete and vague ideas and i think id actually be good tbh

i despise this city

every single one of my attempts to engage with the world is met with ridicule and abuse and exploitation.

if i don't win my disability case i'll literally have no choice but suicide. i have exhausted every single one of my options

the sun hasn't set and there have been two different but regular drunk/cracked freaks howling in the alley today and the sun sets at 4:30p

i have to stop opening twitter it literally sours my mood more and more each time and i feel like an idiot for being so sensitive

ofc i know it's not personal but jesus christ my self esteem and confidence as an artist were already suffering pretty bad