>>21510816If I got a job, i'd essentially be paying money to have a shittier life. I live at home, and I make my money on disability. If I magically developed the endurance to work a job, I'd be suffering at work, and paying my mother and sister money to kind of treat me like I don't matter.
there have been times i've screamed in fuckin' pain in my room or in the kitchen, and they don't even look up from their phones. every morning, I have to wait until noon to eat, because sister crashes on the couch which is in the same general room as the kitchen (apartment) and she takes god forever to get up and put a shirt on. until then, I'm not allowed out there. one day, i had to wait so long, that I became woozy and lightheaded. I fell, smacked my head and got a concussion. lots of blood. really bad.
mom pretty much only cared in so far as making sure I didn't die. nothing was done to solve the problem or help my situation, so ever since then I just cook whenever I damned well please.
and that, is why I won't get a job. my body can't take it, and even if it could, i refuse to suffer for people who don't appreciate me.
