I love how when everything starts to go well in my life, it never lasts. Had a mental breakdown at work, lost my job. Lost everything by losing my job. No savongs because I drained it all prior dealing with binge eating and a previous homelessness scare. Anorexic NPD roomate still hasnt found a job, talks about wanting to kill people- always sits on the coach with a gun next to him. He drained all his savings because he decided once he lost his job a couple years ago that he was gonna "enjoy himself" until his savings are gone, aka be an aggressive alcoholic and spend money on Doordash and all that.
I dont care about PL or cringe venting. I have no one in my life except for two cluster Bs, my NPD roommate and my BPD sister.
Its 12pm and i havent gotten out of bed. Thinking on ways to either kill myself or kill him because I dont know what to do.
Im so tired that there arent resources out there for me, I work at my jobs just fine but they never fucking last because people there gives me shit- which for any other person, it would be manageable. But for me I already have so much going on that it tips me over the edge. Im. So. Fucking. Tired. Of. It. It takes NOTHING out a person to just be positive and dont start anything. But of course, the people who do this are pathetic addicts who can gleefully come home to people who love them. I dont get that luxury. I cant name a single time in my entire life I felt safe and loved, you know things are fucked when the happiest times of your life was spent living on the streets or when you were a little kid who couldnt comprehend the world around you.
I cant even feel proud of the things Ive overcome because all it feels like is life taunting me. "Hey you could live a normal, happy functional life... If only you were in this situation, haha get rekt!".
My gym wont charge me this month due to them accidentally overcharging me due to a mix up with my address. So hey funny how that plays out. Told my roommate i have off today, which i was actually supposed to, I think for my "work days" Im gonna head there to avoid saying anything. I dont know. Considering how he has no money rn and that im not even legally supposed to live here, I dont know whats gonna happen near the end of the month.
I never officially got fired (yet) and I did tell my store manager who, on the surface, seems understanding and says she cares. She texted me some resources which i plan on calling later. But I know better than to trust any of this, especially the "resources". Its a corporation. They don't care. Been there done that. I crashed out in front of the customers and called the fat fuck coworker talking about me a retard and told the flex supervisor "fuck you" after everything. I dont think thats recoverable. And it hurts. Its all so fucking stupid, I was doing my job minding my own buisness and he has to start shit, that miggas fucking 400 fucking pounds complaining about MY work performance because I was doing store tasks and took an extra couple seconds to get to the customers. We have walkie talkies, you trying to say you having to tell me on the walkie talkie that a customer is here is too much for you? As if I wasn't checking every few seconds. We barely had any customers on the Reg, the only busy part was the kitchen- which they couldve told me. They couldve used this neat little thing called

commication

. Then the flex (a flex is someone who fills roles for a supervisor, akin to a substitute teacher) was telling me I dont have to do the tasks I was doing in a tone that made me feel like I was stupid, which was BS. I get told I cant sit at the Register doing nothing, rightfully so, so I do tasks, tasks that I get told I need to do. I WORK. I do a little thing called WORKING and minding my own buisness. Sooo I get nitpicked for not doing anything, I get nitpicked for doing something, and then I have a fat fuck telling the flex and asking orher coworkers if they wanna take over Register (my job), Theres only the four of us, not like theres a lot of people. Its a fast food job it aint that fucking deep. I have to deal with asshole customers ontop of that. Then I come home to nothing with my only comfort being a stalker forum, the gym, and video games. I guess thats better than some people though.
I dont treat snyone with the level of disrespect they treat me and Im tired of it. This is miserable. Again I wouldnt have broken down like that if I didnt have to be stuck LIVING like this, knowing literally everyone at that fucking job has at least someone to come home to. None of them have to deal with what Im going through. Im physically disabled so its not like they cant see that Im struggling in some way, yet no of course these people just act like vultures who think me being the way I am is justification for them to act arrogant. Because pftt, everyone knows if you are physically disabled then that just means you are mentally disabled too. Meanwhile these people look physically unhealthy themselves yet in a way where for them at least they can change it.
I work constantly on myself, Im always finding ways to improve. I dont wanna fucking hear it from anyone, man. Idgaf how you feel. At least if these people did work on themselves, people would recognize it. I can be skinny, fat, a smoker, non smoker, porn addict, buddist, and no one notices. No one cares. All they see is hurrduurrr you look funny hurrdurr look funny = stupid hurrdurr lemme talk to you like a child when I first meet you hurreduurr me smart you dumb. I cant tell you how many times these people picked on me to the point of retaliation, then acted dmug as shit knowing thry can manipulate the narrative when it comes to other people. Its evil.
I have no idea what Im gonna do but man if I dont post here in a week or two assume I am dead or in jail. Or maybe God willing the system thats meant to help people like me will finally work. But probably not, too busy giving free hand outs to addicts and scumbags who dont wanna put in the effort. Anyone who is geniuely struggling due to things beyond their control can just go fuck themselves I guess. Clearly the able bodied anorexic men and morbidly obese single moms who spend all their money on weed, junk food, and alchohol deserves housing and support. Oh what you have no family? Disabled, cant ever drive because youre legally blind? No support system? You were isolated due to the abuse and now struggle how to put yourself out there? Go fuck yourself sweaty

Shouldve got knocked up or done hard drugs. Shouldve went out of your way to manipulate and abuse others, shouldve pooned out and claim all your bad habits arent your fault, then maybe someone would care and you wouldnt be invisible
Been in a domestic abuse shelter before. They priotize the "victims" in their 40s who willingly keep putting themselves in that position over and over again, chosing their partner over their kids, when they have the resources not to. You don't know how blackpilling it is to see people like me be ignored in favor of lazy subhumans who put everyone else in harms way. You stop becoming a victim once you have the option to not be in that situation but constantly chose to despite knowing the physical harm you are causing your kids. You can do everything right but STILL be fucked over. STILL be ignored. All in favor of people who already have everything they need to get better. I only came to live with all the people who have abused me because my only other option was to live on the streets.
Fuck this shit, man. Fuck all the people who take out their frustrations on everyone else over and over and over again never mentally maturing. There should be a concentration camp for anyone diagnosed with this shit and anyone whos an addict should be denied rights until they either die because theyre a failure or are forced into getting better. All they do is cause trouble for the rest of us and hog resources. Hedonists don't deserve to live. Weak people only emapthize with weak people and will try to fuck over anyone who doesnt want to be weak. People love acting like thats cruel to say as if you haven't experienced it first hand over and over.
On a flip side at least I'm not them. At least I managed to over the binge eating and so on. I wish that were comforting but im fucking scared, man. Im scared of what will happen to me. Im scared of what others will do to me. I dont want to go to a shelter again. I dont want to go a halfway house. Those people are unhinged. I shouldnt have to be lumped with them. Its like going to a mental hospital when you wanna kill yourself over real life stressors, then having to share a space with paranoid schizophrenics and other crazies. Ive been physically attacked before because of that shit. Im better off living on the streets again where I can hide from people.
Anyways happy early birthday to meee. 19 days until I turn 24. No idea whats going to happen. I shouldve took my chances and ran away earlier back when he still had savings. I was too much of a pussy after he threatened me upon finding out, but then again idk I guess im in the best mental state I can be now. I have no vices rulling me and can weigh my options. Its just a lot. Sorry for being a whiny faggot on here, any other site wouldve deleted my post or be "waiting mod approval" and I want to say my peace if anything were to happen.
Thanks for reading if you did, hope everything is going good for you guys. Heres to better days. Trying to focus on the positives. I dont hate life, its not like I hate life itself- there's so much whimsy life has to offer, but sometimes i just feel like this is all a punishment due to the absurdity of it all. That maybe all the good things are merely a distraction to keep me from figuring out. I doubt it, but the anxiety gets to me. Sometimes I feel like ai mustve done something in a past life to derserve all of this.