I'm already a mooch staying with his girlfriends parents, and now my car is having trouble.

No car means no job.

No job means no money.

No money means no home.

No home means no job EVER.

I just want to fucking end it now and get it over with. I can't have a life without my car and I can't afford to get a new one. In fact, the hurricane just hit me, so most cars got flooded and the ones that didn't are going to be super pricey. I'm fucked. I need my car, I need it so bad. 

I don't know what to do. It feels like the only thing I can do is kill myself because otherwise I'm just going to homeless for the rest of my life. I'm already a parasite, a mooch, and a disappointment to my parents. I don't know what else I can do.

I'm taking my car in tomorrow. If they can't fix it I'm done. I'm writing up a will, drafting a suicide note, and figuring out the most polite way to give myself shock therapy. I'm done. I can't do anything right.

I'm so sick and tired of being so fucking useless, so fucking stupid, and so fucking poor. It feels like the only other option if my car breaks besides suicide would be to get a cop to kill me by planning an assassination of a politician or something  I'm so tired.