

When your family does nothing but put you down because they’re still living in an idyllic 1950’s fantasy world where all your issues mean you’re just not working hard enough, it can make you want to off yourself. Especially when that same family clearly didn’t budget well and is financially fucked themselves because they were living beyond their means and yet they get angry at you because you asked for help for buying fucking $5 of soap that one time you were really bad off.






















I mean, I would just swear on Carl Sagan’s The Demon Haunted World.