34, and no.
Fucking hate that I entered the job market during the recession, and hate even more that I'm at the absolute mercy of employers to give me a chance at anything. And if the fellow competition for scraps out there wasn't bad enough, but now I have the advent of automation to worry about too.
Legit wondering if I wouldn't be better off finding out if I can mail-order a cyanide pill, it's obvious by now that I'm excess human stock that will never have a place in the world. Literally never should have been born at all.
Les aristocrates a la lanterne!
Les aristocrates on les pendra!