I wanted to apply for grad school. She told me to apply for food stamps. Life is fucked.

I feel like no matter how hard I work, no matter how hard I throw myself at the wall, I have no control over my life and I contribute nothing to the lives of my loved ones. And that kills me.

I just turned 24. If I’m in the same place next year (geographically, mentally, etc.) I will seriously consider killing myself. This is not how life is meant to be lived.