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Lunamaria Hawke
I really don't know what to call this thread, because it's just me wanting to get some shit off my chest.
I'm Rusalka. I won't tell you my real name because I prefer anonymity.
I'm a 33 year old male who still lives with his parents and has worked eight years at the same dumpy gas station in my hometown.
I'm always broke because my check goes towards taking care of my family. I've had no previous relationships other than two long distance that fell apart (mostly because of my bullshit) and one here in town where my ex cheated on me.
I spent four years in college chasing my dream of being a professional illustrator--only for it to fall apart. And I barely draw or write anymore because I don't feel the urge to, and after working a braindead job for so long, I've lost my creativity.
I am suffering from immense depression, and I feel like I'm lost all the time. It's as if I have no direction whatsoever. I'm always sleeping late. I don't go out with friends anymore, not that I have any these days. I feel disconnected from my family due to their religious and political beliefs (I'm from Texas, so put two and two together). And I just waste my time here scrolling through all the RPs, thinking I will join one but never do.
I've attempted suicide four times in my life and failed. I still think about ending my life, because I feel there is nothing left to live for anymore.
My road has ended it feels--or I'm just at a four-way, unsure where to go.
Anywho, I'm not doing this for sympathy. This isn't a fucking pity party. I'm just airing out my grievances here, because I have nowhere else.
I'm Rusalka. I won't tell you my real name because I prefer anonymity.
I'm a 33 year old male who still lives with his parents and has worked eight years at the same dumpy gas station in my hometown.
I'm always broke because my check goes towards taking care of my family. I've had no previous relationships other than two long distance that fell apart (mostly because of my bullshit) and one here in town where my ex cheated on me.
I spent four years in college chasing my dream of being a professional illustrator--only for it to fall apart. And I barely draw or write anymore because I don't feel the urge to, and after working a braindead job for so long, I've lost my creativity.
I am suffering from immense depression, and I feel like I'm lost all the time. It's as if I have no direction whatsoever. I'm always sleeping late. I don't go out with friends anymore, not that I have any these days. I feel disconnected from my family due to their religious and political beliefs (I'm from Texas, so put two and two together). And I just waste my time here scrolling through all the RPs, thinking I will join one but never do.
I've attempted suicide four times in my life and failed. I still think about ending my life, because I feel there is nothing left to live for anymore.
My road has ended it feels--or I'm just at a four-way, unsure where to go.
Anywho, I'm not doing this for sympathy. This isn't a fucking pity party. I'm just airing out my grievances here, because I have nowhere else.
