megafire
burn it down
- Oct 12, 2020
- 89
Honestly it's pretty frustrating but that's how it goes, I guess.
I've had suicidal thoughts for as long as I can remember, but am considered "high-functioning" because I have learned that I am too cowardly to go through with any of my plans. I fantasize about dying literally all day, everyday, but I can never muster the courage to do anything about it!! So I go on with my life, doing different errands and meeting different criteria until it all eventually gets too much and I spiral, bed-ridden and probably binge-watching shit reality television because nothing matters, why should I aspire to be anything if I'm going to kms anyway? Then I relearn the hard truth (no courage) and lift out of my deep depression to baseline, regular depression.
Well, one of the things I was working on this round was getting a different job. I found a part-time bank teller job and got so excited, because I can finally stop working in shit-paying restaurants and work a "proper" professional job. Well guys, after 2 weeks of waiting for a response, I got one. I was declined, probably because I'm shit at mental math and can't calculate percentages without a calculator. The fact that this is an entry-level, high-school diploma only job and I got rejected is oddly making me want to crumple into a ball of despair. I feel like a failure, I have never been rejected for a job. That's just a part of life, right? Except this is an entry-level position. Just because this bank doesn't want me shouldn't determine my self-worth but it is so incredibly fragile that the wind could knock it over. Goddammit, I really wanted this job.
Just had to get this out here because it's objectively stupid to let something so small get to me but it is and I'm so fucking sad now. I was always told I was so smart and full of potential and getting rejected for an entry-level position makes me feel like that was all bull.
I've had suicidal thoughts for as long as I can remember, but am considered "high-functioning" because I have learned that I am too cowardly to go through with any of my plans. I fantasize about dying literally all day, everyday, but I can never muster the courage to do anything about it!! So I go on with my life, doing different errands and meeting different criteria until it all eventually gets too much and I spiral, bed-ridden and probably binge-watching shit reality television because nothing matters, why should I aspire to be anything if I'm going to kms anyway? Then I relearn the hard truth (no courage) and lift out of my deep depression to baseline, regular depression.
Well, one of the things I was working on this round was getting a different job. I found a part-time bank teller job and got so excited, because I can finally stop working in shit-paying restaurants and work a "proper" professional job. Well guys, after 2 weeks of waiting for a response, I got one. I was declined, probably because I'm shit at mental math and can't calculate percentages without a calculator. The fact that this is an entry-level, high-school diploma only job and I got rejected is oddly making me want to crumple into a ball of despair. I feel like a failure, I have never been rejected for a job. That's just a part of life, right? Except this is an entry-level position. Just because this bank doesn't want me shouldn't determine my self-worth but it is so incredibly fragile that the wind could knock it over. Goddammit, I really wanted this job.
Just had to get this out here because it's objectively stupid to let something so small get to me but it is and I'm so fucking sad now. I was always told I was so smart and full of potential and getting rejected for an entry-level position makes me feel like that was all bull.