Struggle jokes
They call me Mr. Distracted, truly a spastic. Can't talk to my folks cause they say I'm pro- problematic. Really fantastic. Can't focus unless I take meds then it's magic. My brain is like traffic, always fucking active. But never at the right time, pretty fucking tragic it happens.
Information has been leaked from government sources. When the current lock-up ends, the holder of the nation's purse, Fishi Rucksack, will launch a new initiative.
This will be to help the struggling "personal services" industry and will be labelled, "Sleep out to Help out."
I'm not a chef, but boy, are these days getting harder and harder to get through.
I want to write some jokes about unemployed people, but none of them works.
Quote Of The Day:
It's okay to struggle.
It's not okay to give up.
I'm sick of crying; tired of trying; yes, I'm still smiling; inside I'm dying.
We’re so poor, we can’t even afford free stuff.
I wish I could be as visible as my depression is.
If you ever feel useless... Just remember that if you ever feel useless... Just remember that it took the US 4 presidents, trillions of dollars, thousands of lives, and 20 years to replace the Taliban with... the Taliban.
I’ve got money and suicidal thoughts, and I’m all out of money.
It says enter a joke, but I can't enter my life.
An orphan and a homeless man get into a fight, so he yells in a mirror.
To people who say that depression hits hard...
The car begs to disagree.
What's harder than taking a shit?
Trying to take a shit while constipated!
Comment on this if you are somewhat like me: depressed, single, gay, and act like you're not burning inside.
Things I would have missed if my attempt in 2018 worked...
My attempts in 2019, 2020, and 2021!
Three friends were stuck in the desert. They were struggling and trying to find food when they found a magical lamp. They rubbed it and out came a genie, and the genie says, "Each of you friends get to have one wish." So the first friend said, "I wish to go home," same as the second one. The third friend said, "I'm lonely. I wish my friends were with me!"
(demons in my head) I laugh to meet them...
I can't fake the smile for long, as there is weight hanging at both of its ends called depression.
Why are there so many scars and cuts on your arm?
Because it's a battlefield.