#all I have to look forward to is more slow starvation and ever mounting agony

[vergess]

I live in an unheated basement.

I eat once a day, most days, and not at all on the others.

My food benefits were cut because my landlord doesn't believe in paperwork.

I apply to dozens of jobs a week. I have been for years.

I am unemployed anyway.

I'm out of money, out of energy, out of time.

What is the actual fucking point of me being alive now?

Do I exist solely to suffer?

Is that why I was born? To fucking suffer an endless onslaught of violence and indignity?

Do you know when was the last time I got to have so much as a fucking sandwich without breaking my own back trying to find scrap money for bread was?

I need maybe 10k to get out of debt, but no one will even hire me. I have to beg for money from strangers and hope I sound pathetic instead of disgusting when I lay out the reality of my daily horrors.

What. Is. The. Point.