classify text [harassment, self-harm, religion insult, sexist, hate, racist, safe for work, psychiatric or mental illness, porn], text `I guess I'd been set up to fail in life. Goodbye, world. I hope you're happier without me.As title says. I'm stuck right now. My SO and I had been having a fight these past two days. It's about how we work our finances out and how I've not been helpful at all. I don't have a full-time office job because I can't have a full-time office job. I nearly got terminated, and resigned instead just to avoid the shame. I fucked up big-time in my previous workplace. Fed up with the way they deal with our time on our workdesks, I manipulated the time system. But that's not the only reason I quit--I really have a lot.   

 

 

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That said, I don't know if I could still be employed again. Right now, I'm a freelance recruiter and manager of ESL teachers. I don't earn much because operations just started recently--I only have five teachers, and I'm paid per class done. Money runs out quickly. SO had been frustrated with me lately with regards to that.    

 

 

&amp;#x200B;

Life would surely have been better had I not gone through shit under my nMom and eDad. If I had not focused on what's wrong with my life then, with my nMom's help, maybe I'd have a great-paying supervisory job now. Hell, at least something bearable will do.    

 

 

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But unfortunately, I don't think I can still be employed again.     

 

 

 

Maybe this is how my life was meant to be. Perhaps I would be better off dead than start again in a call center or a similar toxic work environment. Perhaps I have no right to be a photographer. In that case, goodbye, everyone and my broken dreams. Someone hand me a gun with exactly one bullet chambered, please?         

 

 

Edit: I spent a hell of a time trying to get another job prior to my resignation, but they just don't want to hire me at all. Didn't help that I didn't want to write shit and boring articles anymore by then.`
self-harm