It just seems like God isn't listening to me.
I need work. I need it badly. I've been praying for a good job for I don't know how long. It seems like... when an opportunity comes along, it's immedately taken away (or I screw it up somehow).
I just opened a piece of mail... I've been denied my food stamps for this month because I've been on for more than 3 months and I'm an able bodied adult. It's not like I haven't been TRYING to get a job! Stupid goverment.
I need this to... eat. Seriously. My checking account is dwindling, I have at least my auto insurance bill to pay so I can keep driving (a necessity for me since I live 35 miles from anywhere in my parents' home and they live about 200 miles away, thus they cannot drive me anywhere, and my brother needs his truck, and when he doesn't, he's selfish).
If I appeal it... well, knowing how the system works, it will be a while before I get back on them. I don't qualify for Disablity because I'm an able-bodied adult and am not depressed enough to get it - I do bathe, I do go out looking for work. I don't qualify for Welfare in my state because, bada-bing! I don't have a kid! If I went out and got myself pregnant, maybe I'd qualify! I want to remain a virgin, so I don't qualify! How is that for justice?
I don't think my parents can afford for me to borrow money to eat on... my sister's got three kids to feed... my brother is in the same boat as I am, except he gets Disablity (plus, as I said, he's selfish - and he has the appatite of a bear readying himself for hibernation).
I... also.. want "meaningful" work. I want to... do something... to earn money. It's why I've been going out every week putting in job applications and handing out resumes. It's why I check the want ads. It's why I've had my resume on three diffrent online job search sites.
It's why I hate the Bush economy right now, but I won't get into politics.
I want someone to hire me. I mean, for me, now.... McDONALD'S would be "productive, meaningful work"... something I'd be happy with, because it's SOMETHING.
It's things like this that make me want to roll over and die. It's like God's telling me "You'll always be worthless, give up already." I've been WAITING, it seems, forever.
I don't want to die. I really don't. I love people. I like... doing art and writing. I love my cats... I'm scared to face God... scared of the "unknownness" that comes with dying...
Wondering, if I'm going to be worthless all my life, like I've been for the last quarter century (I'm turning 25 next week), why doesn't God just take me in my sleep or something? Just TAKE me already if you aren't going to do anything with me or if I'm just too stubborn to listen to you or something! God, are you listening?