I understand this is an understanding place but I’ll keep it short. Got fucked over now my car hasn’t been driving for months, I refuse to go back to work because I was an independent contractor hoping to take company(ies) to court. But even before all of that, I never really wanted anything. No goals, anything I do is for fun, I make music, play games, shit like that. But once I lost my car, it’s like I lost my life. I’ve been stuck inside, I was born and raised in poverty, no idea what to call this not even sure if I should post this. Kind of just been laying around leeching, there’s times when I go to my car but it brings back memories of a prolonged death, whenever something good happens I enjoy it until it’s gone, I haven’t lost anything … but it’s incapable of being properly used, so I cannot properly function. I feel smarter and if I could get back to the distractions I gave myself I’d still be sad, but it would all be worth it. All in all is it worth it being here ? I just want to make people happy and give back, but I feel as though I’ll never even get the chance to fight for my spot back in my own life.