no one cares about my problems. i dont have anyone to vent to. not like they'd have anything to offer in return. ive been really struggling this year. this has been the worst year of my life. i cant land a job. i called this job yesterday, since they said they'd call yesterday, and they said they'd call today. nothing.
i hope they burn in hell.
ive pivoted a lot of my attention recently to marxist studies. the fact that capitalism has dictated my life to be this way, full of stress and worry. apart from my love, apart from living my life; instead slaving for low wages, wages that dont even allow me to afford rent. this cycle is cruel. its hard not to be pessimistic and feeling like giving up. everyone else who gets offered these positions over me is no where as skilled, intelligent, or able. they just want check boxes on their sheet based on resume and experience, and not willingness. im more deserving than the rat millenials or elders they employ. i was told at the last interview, someone got the job over me ONLY because they knew spanish. racist pigs, im doomed to have every job application require/prefer spanish because ive lived in the southwest all my life. the fact that not knowing spanish literally does GO AGAINST you in the hiring process, fuck off. none of you deserve anything if this is my hand as of late. its fucking retail i can ask if they need a bag or receipt FINE but you're telling me thats the only person you have on your team that knows spanish? spanish speaking customers dont even need their hand held. not to mention theyre usually my dumber clientelle anyway.
i have a lot of gripe with society. a lot of different types of people, i dislike. i hate most people. for one, most people are normies, so they'll never get close to me. i dont want them to. their tired small talk is the bane of my existence. i work in the service industry and have to slave and sling meaningless goods. i dont care to meet your quota when im paid minimum wage. suck my dick.
im an addict. im addicted to a lot of vices, and want to consume all of them as long as possible. but i barely feel pleasure from it anymore. its just, i feel worse when im without i guess. not physically, but i feel mentally dependent on substances and masturbating. its because im so depressed. its only getting worse.