Yay neglectful parents

I once again ran through the course of the 4 shirts I own that actually fit me and am now back to the really tight ones that are basically screaming “LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME! I HAVE A GUT AND I HAVE NO CHEST!! IF I LIFT MY ARMS ANY AMOUNT YOU CAN SEE HOW HAIRY MY BELLY IS!!!! YAY!!!!!!”

I feel like a balding hairy ogre

I can’t buy any clothes I actually like, I can ask my parents to get me more but it’s gonna be a bunch of cheap temu garbage that falls apart after like 4 wears

I’m also out of food, all I have left are these shitty off brand breakfast sausages that are really crumbly and dry even after being dipped in syrup

Meanwhile my step mom is excited about just having purchased a brand new Gucci bag

I need out of here so badly, but I just can’t get past the mental barrier to get a job

I can’t shave I don’t have well fitting clothes I barely have food and if I ask to change any of it I’m gonna get the same old spiel about how money’s tight and they’re trying to save as much as they can so they need my opinion on what I want to do for the fifth vacation of the year

I’m just so tired, so defeated, I have next to no way to combat the dysphoria, anything I try ends up getting worse immediately, even if I do succeed it doesn’t last long, my depression is getting worse every day

I wish someone would just like come give me $10k so I can start the life I want and have the energy left to actually get a job and start… yknow… living…