I've been vigorously searching for jobs for seven months, but remain unemployed.
I'm flat broke.
I'm twenty-one, and because I'm broke and unemployed, living with my parents, who I don't particularly like (though I AM grateful).
I can't seem to conquer my emotional eating habit, so with the deep spiraling depression I've been stuck with for seven months, I've been gaining weight because I keep nibbling. And since I'm broke, I can't buy my own groceries and at least try to nibble on healthy things like grapes or carrots, and my stepmother and dad always have unhealthy foods in here.
I've never even held hands with a fella; men apparently find me completely unattractive in every way no matter what I try or what I do. When I ask men out, I'm invariably rejected, and men never ask me out. I take some very very very small consolation in that some women think I'm pretty cute, but then I lament that I'm not bisexual or a lesbian.
The only thing I'm really halfway decent at is writing stories.
Man, ******** my life. Sideways. With an iron stick.