/v/irgin here.
My life, up to the point where I'm at, was great. Loving parents, great friends, and (for 3 years up until this point) the most wonderful best friend/GF a guy could ask for. All my life I wanted to be a chef; Make it big with my own restaurant(either my way or no way). I had such ambition and hope, ready for every new day to come my way. As I neared the end of high school, I started to question if being a chef and working for 120 hours+ a week to maintain a family, restaurant, and humble life-style. After a month in culinary school, things took a turn for the worst; I dropped out (but got a 95% refund) and became a neet for a year or so.
I just wanted to learn some new things, figure out what I wanted to do. Soon I lost friends due to me being "lazy" and I just kinda fell into this despair. I got a few jobs here and there, but really couldn't stick with anything because I hated all of it. About 2 months ago I got a job as a cook (go figure) and remembered why I hated culinary in the first place; I'm too sensitive so stress completely ruins me. 2 weeks ago my GF left me for no reason (we've never had a fight, never really disagreed with each-other). A week later I had a panic attack at work and got fired because the boss didn't believe in anxiety.
So here I am; Left with very little and it's all still slipping away. My parents are going to kick me out soon, I have no GF, no future, no job. Yet, I still have very little hope. Whatever is left, it's compelling me to move forward.
Sorry for the wall of whining and bitching, I needed to get this out and tell my story. Also; I picked this guy's
>>5941879 background cuz it's pretty fucking cool.
