By the time I recovered, I'd gained 100 pounds and fallen back into a depression. I became addicted to alcohol and resigned my days to laying in bed drinking, and doing some food deliveries at night for some money.
I've failed at everything I've ever tried in my life, and even my mom knows that I can't succeed. Every idea I have about being a businessman, she throws away as unrealistic, insisting that I work in Walmart for minimum wage and deal with all of the other no-goods who go to Walmart.
I've been doing calculations lately to learn about opening a business in which I will brew rum and sell it to distributors. The manual labor will get me in shape, and finally open up possibilities for me to make money. But the problem is that I know I'll fail, just like I've failed at everything I've tried. I don't know why I bother anymore😞

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