/lit/ - Literature

I have been out of work for almost 4 weeks now, and I truly do not want to go back. I feel like I'm entering the space in my head that I occupied when I was a child, where I didn't have to do much of anything, and I only did the things i liked when I liked and how I liked to do them. This is not good. But work is not good either. Every job I have had has made me want to kill myself. I do not think that I was prepared for this life in my youth. Many many things are difficult to me. I don't think I was supposed to exist.