People say things like, "Your net worth doesn't determine your self-worth" and "God doesn't make junk," but gravel technically isn't junk. It's just trampled on, rolled over, ignored and cheap to buy.
Monday, February 8, 2010
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I hate my life right now. I spend my days crying and applying to jobs I don't want, often doing both of those things at the same time. I rarely leave my apartment on weekdays, because I feel like I don't deserve to leave my self-imposed prison unless I can prove that I'm valuable as a human being, and the only way I can prove I'm valuable is if I can get a job that pays more than minimum wage.
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Hi Amber. I have been reading your blog for a while - can't remember how I found it. Sorry about your Mom and the job thing. I think you are hilarious and totally believe you could be a published author. I hope you are activly pursuing that. Good luck with the job hunt.
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