So fucking over supervisiors who makes over five times my income tell me that:
My apartment woes
My declining health
My car getting stolen
My low paycheck this week
My family issues
The fact that I’m sitting this semester out again
My debt
Are relatable when they make five times my income stfu. Most of y’all don’t even have a degree, you just got lucky.
Leave me alone and go live your comfortable life while me and mines wallow in depression just like many of your other assiociates.
You don’t really care that’s why you have a food pantry with sgins telling us not to take too much. That’s why benefits are trash but expensive. That’s why you make us donate to the pantry. That’s why there’s no overtime but you keep hiring people. You don’t care. So stop asking me what’s wrong just so you can share stories. Depression isn’t a hobby.