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Chloe's tooth pain means that IF we're able to drive to texas, she won't be able to get a job.. meaning, I'll be getting a job at the shell (the only job in town) so she won't be able to.. .. . ..

meaning, I have to get a mother ******** job at the shell

mother

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shell

IS LIFE EVEN WORTH LIVING, AT THIS POINT?

IS IT ******** WORTH LIVING, WHERE EVERY DAY WE'RE GOING TO BE IN DEBT, EVERY DAY, WE STRUGGLE AND BEG FOR MONEY BECAUSE WE CAN BARELY MAKE ENOUGH TO SURVIVE?

i'm seriously thinking about jumping infront of a ******** semi

I'LL ******** PLAY ON THE HIGHWAY, maybe i'll take out life insurance just before I ******** do it so chloe is left with some money

I was talking to frost earlier, that I don't know if I want to keep living a life where we're constantly struggling, where we're never sure if we're going to be homeless or not, WHERE WE CAN BARELY AFFORD FOOD, let alone all of the ******** s**t that's so expensive today

and now it looks like i'm going to be stuck working at the mother ******** shell again.

WORKING THE ******** SHELL, A JOB I HATE MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE, JUST SO WE CAN STRUGGLE TO AFFORD FOOD. THAT'S WHAT MY LIFE IS GOING TO BE FROM NOW ON, WONDERFUL.

I was hoping she'd get the ******** job at the shell, so she could get work experience, and so I wouldn't have to work there. I was HOPING AGAINST HOPE, THAT'S HOW IT'D WORK OUT. If she had job experience it'd mean she could get a job in the future, much ******** easier. But no.

I'm going to be the one who works at the stupid shitty little store, dealing with those petty ******** people while taking it in the a** from my ******** supervisor who's a stupid fat b***h that I'd rather cut's throat than let her step foot into my ******** store.

BUT NO.

Life is just going to continue shitting on me, day after day, until I ******** put a hole in my head.

What the ******** is the point in playing videogames anymore, where I can't relax and enjoy them because I'm so ******** stressed that I can't even get INTO them.

WHAT THE ******** IS DOING ANYTHING, WHEN I'M JUST GOING TO CONSTANTLY THINK ABOUT HOW BROKE I AM AND THINK ABOUT HOW I SHOULD BE DOING SOMETHING ELSE.

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THIS

LIFE