Just another bitch session

My ILs are being total assholes. I wish we could afford to live on our own. I checked apartments for rent and the cheapest was $650 with nothing (utilities, minimal furnishings, near empath’s work). I looked for jobs, too, but it’s the same shit: need a car, more experience, deal with customers. If I could go back in time, I’d tell myself not to bother with college because the 2 degrees I’d get will be worthless. The ILs are being smugly superior because they own the house and pay for utilities, so we have to do what they say (yet they complain because we act like children).

All this isn’t helping with my depressive episode that’s going all week long. Back to crying silently in the bedroom again.