It doesn’t take much to discourage me. When I first didn’t get the love of my 12 year old life, I thought I would be forever single and never have a wonderful life. 2 dozen years later and thousands of heart fragments missing, I realized life is not on my side.
I had a great childhood, but I guess I’m, just a wimp who immediately cries with a scratch. I get up and try my best after whining to anybody at reach. That’s why people around me has stopped giving me bad news or treat me to great food before dropping the bomb.
I’m 1st week in my attempt to dominate some corner in this digital world. The result s were ugly. Nobody accepts my bid to work for them, when I get tested I get turned down for crappy work, and I’m spending without earning. My yellow brick road to success seems grayer today.
I stopped applying for jobs. I was too depressed, I needed space and time. I became the little boy again who has to cry before moving on. I hate myself.
What I appreciate about being turned is being told as why I was turned down. My jokes were perverted, what I wrote wasn’t catchy, my work smelled so amateur they hired the next not so good guy who applied for the same job.
It hurts not being acknowledged, but I tell my self that if I were to hire someone for the jobs applied to, I wouldn’t have picked me as well.
During this time I had to move out of the City I lived in and go to the country side to minimize my expenses. I found a relative willing to take me in. I would use this to time to hone my skills.
My whining is over. Get ready Internet. Here’s my second try.
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