Thank you.

For the people who say I need to try harder to get a job and at least I have a room to cry in, first off, I tried applying to literally hundreds of jobs and can't seem to get a single one. You try going months being told you're not good enough, despite your college education, to hold a job as a dishwasher or a waitress and then tell me how optimistic you feel about life.

Secondly, I only have this room for 3 more weeks. Then my lease is up, and I have to move out because my savings are gone after months of not being able to find a job. The only place for me to go is back to my dad's house where I won't be able to even eat without having bodily fluids thrown at me or bugs attacking me because the home is infested with bugs thanks to my sister's disgusting practices. So I'll probably spend most of my time sitting in the park or something. I'll have to see if I can find enough money for a gym membership so I'll have somewhere to shower because the showers in my dad's house always have feces in them because my sister poops in them. So don't tell me how lucky I am to have this room.

To the person who told me to join the military, I have chronic health conditions. They won't even consider me.