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my life, and I need to reconfigure every
single thing about it.
I'm stuck in a dead-end job, which I
despise more and more every day, and to
top it all, I'm forced to work here so I
don't starve. I imagine starvation would
be a better fate for someone like me,
rotting away somewhere until I don't exist
anymore.
I am tired of picking up goodwill
clothing and eating canned food.
