Please just stop. It's alright for you to give up on all of this. I would. I probably will. After all, it's not looking all that hopeful, is it? Fill out more paperwork and then pay to see a psychiatrist (how they expect me to be able to do that when I am applying for medical/monetary assistance I don't know) or wait another month and a half and re-apply. Both options require me to fill out the same sort of paperwork that I've filled out twice before. And twice now I've been rejected. Twice I've been told that I am full of it. "Of course you can work." say the Powers That Be, "Get off your bum and pull yourself together. We are much too busy helping those that really need our help; the drug addicts, and those who do not wish to work; we simply cannot afford to help you as well."
I don't want to be told 'no' again. And I wish you would just give up; on me and on this whole mess. I feel bad that you are working so hard at this. There is no reason for you to do that any more. Your job is done. Move on to someone else. I don't understand why you're keeping at this. I wish you wouldn't. I'm thankful, really, for everything you've already done. And I cannot tell you why your persistence bothers me... it just does.
*shrug* I'm sorry.
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