Wednesday, September 18, 2013
I am worthless.
I am a waste of space.
I am useless.
Anything I can do, someone else can do better.
I will never get a job I want.
I will never have friends.
I will never be loved.
I will never make anything of myself.
My life is just the time between when I am born and when I die, nothing more.
I know none of this is true, but itís how I feel sometimes. And itís hard not to be discouraged when things donít look like theyíre getting any better. Sending my resume out to every advertising agency with a New York office is useless, because none of them are looking for someone with no degree and minimal experience, but I know I have to keep trying.
Coming up on three days of food, family, and stress. Iím not excited. Itís going to be hard. And I havenít been to Starbucks since Friday, which means Iíll be latte-less for over a week.
Whatever. Iíll make it work.