It's a "Get a job you lazy NEET" episode

haha nice my mom threw me out on the streets

I don't understand why so many white parents are like this, in a way it's good but the kids will usually find a way to survive but from the outside it seems cold and cruel.

Should i apply chipotle or to in n out burger. Im going to try and get a job and go outside and pay taxes for my felloe neet bretherens. Help me robros. I want to get currency to purchase goods and services

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My mother doesn't even give a shit, she would let me rot where she lives for the rest of her days. It's her husband that is frustrated with me, but I refuse to work until things are in order for me to be comfortable to move out. I want to sell my car and get a modest looking one, but I don't have the patience to sell it myself.

Neither of my parents should have had children. My father didn't want kids, my mother wanted kids, and my father knew he shouldn't have given them to her, yet alone two, but he did anyway because she would leave him if he didn't and I guess my father felt in too deep being married and wouldn't just leave her and find someone else. You think a man would stop giving a woman children after a C-section, but my mother wanted another and my dad gave her one.

She expects you to take care of her when she gets old. It's probably the only reason she had you to begin with.

My parentals spent hundreds on counseling sessions. Despite talking about the same things over and over and getting nowhere, they had never came to that conclusion for me. I guess they wanted to keep sucking my parents dry, seeing how long I'd keep going. I no longer see a counselor.

I still have no idea what the fuck is wrong with people that have unwanted children.

If I got thrown out, I'd go straight to the smoke shop for cigs, followed by the liquor store for a handle of drunk juice and get wasted innawoods.

It's not even like I was an accident. My father willingly tried to give my mother children despite not wanting them, then he put it all on her to raise us. He worked long hours and as we were older teens he would tell her that she created monsters. Now my parents are divorced, I have OCD, anxiety, depression, existential terror every fucking day and don't entertain myself well. I've basically been waiting for my father to get a place for me to move into with him and I don't even see that point after all of this time. I need to buck the fuck up, find work, and get out on my own because this is all so awkward, but I never bring myself to the point of acting because I always fall back into paralyzing self doubt and indecision. I'd willingly have myself hung if it were an option, because I'm totally sick of living in this awkward, shameful, guilt-ridden limbo of medicating mania.

>when your mother gets married and outsources the problem of what to do with her hopelessly depressed, irresolute, suicidal, pussy ass son to her husband