Venting Unemployed, short on cash, and close to relapsing

[tooBadTooLate]

A couple of days ago I arrived in Bangkok and found a place to stay at one of my relatives' home. I had arrived with a suitcase and a bass guitar, hoping to find some work here as a bassist, but what do I get? Not a single opportunity. I tried to find other kinds of jobs, but they all wanted a degree no matter how fucking mundane it was; I didn't even finish high school because the education quality was really terrible, even for a private school, and I'm paying for it hard.

I don't know where to go, other than fruitlessly go to cafes and walk out without a single offer to play with a band. I don't know how long before I would snap and look back again at CtB methods. Maybe I should go home. I didn't even want to post here in the first place, but this place is making me feel like I am worth nothing and I should just die, especially with how my wallet's been drying out from all the taxi fares just to get to train stations.

 

[itsgone2]

The world is dying all over. No jobs. What are we to do to survive? It seems we can't

 

[NameOfAction]

How are you now? I think it's beautiful that you try and make a living by playing in a word of the rat race. Have you found a band? Wb basking?
Kinda considering being a street musician myself. I am shit at it, but not worse than at being normal

 

[tooBadTooLate]

How are you now? I think it's beautiful that you try and make a living by playing in a word of the rat race. Have you found a band? Wb basking?
Kinda considering being a street musician myself. I am shit at it, but not worse than at being normal

Oh shit, sorry, I've been busy turning to my friends for comfort. No, I haven't found anything yet, having left Bangkok earlier in the week, and I've been struggling to write coherent music, but thank you for asking.

The urges to CtB are now gone, thankfully. Maybe it's because I got back on smoking, or exploring [pretty NSFW stuff], but what matters is that it's gone now.