Breadbfra
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- Jul 16, 2020
- 374
I've never fucking wanted to hang myself so badly. Literally, I could pick up a belt and break my stupid neck by the stairs right now, as I'm writing.
So I moved to France with my gf to make an experience with bread baking, and they offered me a quite good salary. I spent a lot of money, time, efforts.
Now I'm here working on the minimum salary because our boss are assholes. They made us do the opposite of what told on the "promesse d'embauche", I'm a baker and I'm cutting prosciutto and other stinky shit everynight, working with cats in the lab, and since "I don't speak the language well enough" thing that I obviously stated before departing, I don't get to work with the boss.
My depression is starting to settle on and my girlfriend (as maybe a lot of you already know, lost her mother due to suicide and a long lasting depression) is already tired. I can't keep smiling because I cry basically everyday, three times a day.
I swear to god if I hadn't met her I would have already killed myself, my body would be rotting in some dumb fucking personalized coffin. I met her when my depression was not as bad as when covid came, I was doing very better with K treatments and school satisfactions.
I'm tired. Tired to be living like this, tired to be trying, to fake smiling, I just want to be selfish for one fucking hour to pick that SN, belt, whatever the hell you use to ctb and stop caring about everyone else.
So I moved to France with my gf to make an experience with bread baking, and they offered me a quite good salary. I spent a lot of money, time, efforts.
Now I'm here working on the minimum salary because our boss are assholes. They made us do the opposite of what told on the "promesse d'embauche", I'm a baker and I'm cutting prosciutto and other stinky shit everynight, working with cats in the lab, and since "I don't speak the language well enough" thing that I obviously stated before departing, I don't get to work with the boss.
My depression is starting to settle on and my girlfriend (as maybe a lot of you already know, lost her mother due to suicide and a long lasting depression) is already tired. I can't keep smiling because I cry basically everyday, three times a day.
I swear to god if I hadn't met her I would have already killed myself, my body would be rotting in some dumb fucking personalized coffin. I met her when my depression was not as bad as when covid came, I was doing very better with K treatments and school satisfactions.
I'm tired. Tired to be living like this, tired to be trying, to fake smiling, I just want to be selfish for one fucking hour to pick that SN, belt, whatever the hell you use to ctb and stop caring about everyone else.
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