Accidentally replied to main thread:

During Obama, i was making $97.5K per year in web development. Bought a house, car, solar panels, (my) American dream.

Three months into the first trump fuckup, 10% of the staff was laid off, myself included.

Spent about 6 months burning through savings, before landing $7.stupid per hour job at Michael’s. Still burning through savings to pay the mortgage, mental health declining because fucking retail.

Pandemic happened, lost job, another 5 ish months doing low paid contract work, savings are gone and I have to go to my parents for help. My parents raised me that asking for help meant you’ve failed. You’re a failure.

Spent a year and three days unemployed. Now working at Target picking online orders. Nothing i do has a purpose, and it’s especially heartbreaking when you see items that you’ve picked getting cancelled and returned to the shelf.

My parents pay my full mortgage and car insurance. I work 40 hours a week, and target is strict on overtime, and i can still only afford to eat 2 out of every 3 days.

There’s more, but it’s a trauma dump with no solutions, unless i can get about $1500 more a month for the next 5 years to get my year long unemployment debt taken care of…

That’s just financial problems. My upbringing turned me into a shy anxiety ridden recluse, i can’t look a cute dude in the eyes, let alone ask anyone out. Last “date” (Grindr hookup) i had, there was a black guy in the white house …

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Ah! No no no! See that’s what makes the Office Max Difference!©®™

It’s three years instead of one! /s

When i worked for office Max, back when they still existed, they told us to always always always push the “extended warranty”…

$4.00 on a $15.00 calculator… Even if you’re making minimum wage, the time spent dicking around with the warranty crap, you could have bought a better calculator when the first broke.

Born to narcissistic parents, full blown clinical depression, anxiety, gay, running out of reasons to live.

Food not from a food bank…

I put any pics i want to show off in an album.

Swipe to see similar/SWF photos, while the ones I take to track my receding hairline, stay in the chaos bucket that is my photos app.

“I am announcing (on Twitter) that I’m leaving Twitter!?¡ Don’t anyone try and stop me! I mean it! I’m done with this stupid site, barf, ugh, gag, snugh!”

Literally everyone: …

Bartender hands him a water