My contact with Northrop Grumman ended Friday.
As such, I'm now unemployed. Again.
I'm currently in the midst of drowning my sorrows with a sixer of Newcastle and a pack of American Spirit "perique blend" cigarettes. And 12mg of Lunesta.
No idea what to do now other than whore myself out on job-finding websites.
Lexapro keeps me feeling sane, but underneath that is a series of thoughts that repeat "(I wanna) die" over and over again.
This has gone beyond live giving me lemons; rather, live has given me a whole lot of shit to deal with that's last for at years the past several years.
What more is there for me here? Pessimism says nothing at all.
As such, I'm now unemployed. Again.
I'm currently in the midst of drowning my sorrows with a sixer of Newcastle and a pack of American Spirit "perique blend" cigarettes. And 12mg of Lunesta.
No idea what to do now other than whore myself out on job-finding websites.
Lexapro keeps me feeling sane, but underneath that is a series of thoughts that repeat "(I wanna) die" over and over again.
This has gone beyond live giving me lemons; rather, live has given me a whole lot of shit to deal with that's last for at years the past several years.
What more is there for me here? Pessimism says nothing at all.
You take care love. I browsed through you journal. Sounds like things have been turbulent. I'm sure that is putting it rather politely, but just the same, take care.
~cheers