I am a 45 y/o uncle who suffers from schizo. currently im on long term medications and outpatient dialysis.
it didnt helped that I was recently retrenched and had to resought to re-marketing myself to find a new role. my breath stinks during interviews as I have not enough money to buy toothpaste ad shampoo without sulphites ingredient.
while trying to make ends meet, my immobile toto toilet bowl broke down too. i am surviving on donki cup noodles and snacks everyday, once in awhile treating myself to fairprice chips is a luxury. but as I feel alone in this journey, I am typing here for support and trying to outpost pics with my X. hoping to revive memories and reconciliate with her.
she is an attractive aunty who has been to las v with me nong time ago. i really missing gambling at the casinos. not sure, when can I afford a ticket to fly back again. recently, my car club friends has contacted me to have kopi O and beer at the coffee shops. I was delighted to reconnect with them as Christmas is coming and I need a free gifted.
i hopes that one day I can find my job and love again. till then I can only dwindle with time staring at my phone and monitor, run in the forest and hope that things will change. ngl, I am slurping my last box of cup noodles as I reminisce how I left my previous jobs willingly before the last being terminated. there is no dignity and I do not know what to do with my life.