Self-pity Party

As I'm sitting here, watching POTUS deliver the State of the Union, I can't help but not pay attention and have a self-pity party on my couch.

I'm severely unemployed. I've applied to numerous jobs that I feel I'm qualified for and not one has called/emailed/sent a carrier pigeon. It's pretty insulting and incredibly disheartening.

The last time I was unemployed for this amount of time, which is now at this point six months, give or take a three-week stint as a temp in October, I at least had a full-time school schedule to keep me busy.

Now, I have the pleasure of filling my days staring at the same job listings over and over again.

I don't know where I went wrong in life. I guess it was that journalism degree. Maybe I should've been a doctor/lawyer/businessperson.

Honestly, I don't know where to start to change my situation and it's such a bummer because I'd really like to start living an adult life.