I got kicked out of my house because my parents found out that I was questioning (I now think I’m bi). They gave me a couple minutes to gather my things and I was gone.

They blocked me and all of my friends have shunned me.

I later found a job thanks to the generous people here on lemmy who gave me some work clothes that I could interview in. My job starts in a bit over a week.

But holy shjt life is hard. Every single day I think about jumping into a car but now that I’ve resorted to begging for assistance online I feel as though I have to follow through. I feel like a piece of shit.

I only have one functioning arm and people look at me like a deformed freak every single fucking day. I don’t know why I was born bisexual or why I was born with a missing limb. I don’t know why I’m broke or why I always have to dig through the fucking trash to eat chewed up and spoiled food but I’m tired of living this way.

A homeless dude stabbed me in the arm and the police didn’t give a fuck. My work clothes are stained from the blood and sweat of other vagrants. I smell putrid. I feel disgusting. If I went to work in the state I am now I would be fired on the spot.

I’m so tired. I don’t even know how I’m going to scrounge the money to find something to eat. I dont want to eat loke a pig i want a solid meal. I need help People have given me money here on lemmy to get a new arm but I can’t spend that money on food when I need it for my prostgrtics

I fele like a piece of shiti tired to pay back the people who gave me money but they wouldn’t accept it. I’m sorry truly

  • Uriel238 [all pronouns]English
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    2 days ago

    Every single day I think about jumping into a car but now that I’ve resorted to begging for assistance online I feel as though I have to follow through.

    You punch that feeling right in the face as if it were a neonazi! And if people cancel your debts you say thank you! and remember to pay it forward if ever your straits become less dire.

    Now more than ever in my own life of 50+ years is it clear that we’re given no guarantees, no assurances. We’re children in the steerage of Titanic. Kids separated from families at the US-Mexico boarder. To the last of us, we’re in fate’s hands.

    If you need to steal food, if you need to kill assailants, remember you were driven to this degree of desperation, and yeah, neither establishment systems nor do our ownership class masters care for your well being, even though you are still, by social contract, a part of this society – they broke the contract. Not you.

    Do what is necessary without remorse today. Save your contrition for later.

    Good luck, my friend.

    (Yes, I am bitter and angry. Behold my fury.)