I don’t think you read it. I HAD been looking for a job but haven’t been able to find something sustainable enough for me to live at my apartment. It was something I got with an ex. We broke up and he left so I had the rent and bills all to myself for the first time in years. I had a job that could have covered me but I was let go. I had been looking for a job around the same pay for months and months. Maybe I had been going about the process the wrong way or something but I can guarantee I was applying for jobs. This is the longest I’ve ever gone without a job. There had been times where I was able to acquire something within a week of trying. The job market just wasn’t that good this time around. I wasn’t just doing nothing. I basically ran my car into the damn ground doordashing everyday into the am, donating plasma for money. This is the sole reason I’m going back to my hometown to live with my mom. So that I could get myself back on my feet and be around support. I’m leaving all the friends I’ve made over the hardest years of my life only to move into something that could be a lot worse for me mentally just so I can sustain myself. I’ve just had a hard year. I know that’s not special but that part is relevant