No, of course you can’t. All I’d waste it on is debt repayment anyway.
I’m fed up. The traditional job search narrative isn’t working for me. The traditional life narrative is off-limits to me. No career, no secure income, no family of my own (for which any potential wife and children breath a sigh of relief.)
My lottery fantasies are a 40-year gap between winning and moving out of home and dying in the early 2050s. No idea what I’d do in the interim. No idea what I can do in the interim.
My intended savings programme is pretty shot, thanks to whammies of scooter rego, Flicker renewal and doctor’s appointments. I’ll have to delay it by a month, at least.
I sometimes wonder if I have anything to offer anyone that nobody can do better. There are better beer brewers (I’m a rank, plastic amateur); better web page designers; better writers; better speakers; better damn DJs who actually have proper experience and hardware.
Yeah, I’m feeling depressed and in a corner and just want to be put to sleep so I don’t have to keep fucking struggling all the fucking time.