…that I am utterly unemployable.
No matter what good words are put in, how well I try and sell myself, how much people pray for me.
I’m at the end of my rope.
Death is looking like the only option available right now. Sounds kind of defeatist I know, but really, what else is there?
I’m a useless being, not fit to grace any office. I’m just parking off at home, expecting other people to look after me. Or rather, not expecting, I just have to take what I can get from where I can get it.
Because I’m not fit for anything else.
Now I just have to find a way to get dead so that they don’t think it’s a suicide and refuse to pay out what needs to be paid out…