
Ellsworth
Chad but they let me post here anyway
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This is a story of one of the most depressed eras of my life. I had just ended a somewhat good era of living with my friends in our own apartment. When that ended I moved back into my parents apartment. A shit apartment with subhumans and niggers as neighbors, mind you.
I had been at my job for about 2 years or so and hated it so I decided to quit. This wouldn’t turn out to be a huge mistake as the job market was shit and it would take me a long time to get my next job. (Technically I had a part time doing security on the side but it was super scarce hours).
Anyway my day just consisted of lying in bed and going downstairs to watch tv after mom and dad went to work. Around lunch time I would scrape together $4.00 and walk to Taco Bell. This was the highlight of my day. Then it was back home to rot until night time around 10pm, then I would usually walk down to the convenience store to buy a Mt.Dew and some nachos if I was lucky enough to have the cash.
I don’t remember a lot, just that I was very depressed and would often glance to the corner of the room with the closet that housed my shotgun. I would just think about how life was more pain than pleasure and I could just end it. Obviously I never did but thought of it a lot.
Eventually I found a full time job and was able to get my own place again and improve my situation.
I had been at my job for about 2 years or so and hated it so I decided to quit. This wouldn’t turn out to be a huge mistake as the job market was shit and it would take me a long time to get my next job. (Technically I had a part time doing security on the side but it was super scarce hours).
Anyway my day just consisted of lying in bed and going downstairs to watch tv after mom and dad went to work. Around lunch time I would scrape together $4.00 and walk to Taco Bell. This was the highlight of my day. Then it was back home to rot until night time around 10pm, then I would usually walk down to the convenience store to buy a Mt.Dew and some nachos if I was lucky enough to have the cash.
I don’t remember a lot, just that I was very depressed and would often glance to the corner of the room with the closet that housed my shotgun. I would just think about how life was more pain than pleasure and I could just end it. Obviously I never did but thought of it a lot.
Eventually I found a full time job and was able to get my own place again and improve my situation.