I gone years and years trying my damnedest to do okay, and I've got nothing to show for it. The state refuses to recognize I exist, I often wonder how mentally competent I am, I work multiple jobs and I'm still making well below the poverty line (the numbers I found consider a monthly income of $970-ish USD at the poverty line. I make less than $400 a month), pretty much everyone I've met I tolerate the existence of at best, save for one person who doesn't really wish to deal with me much anymore. I've pretty much been sleeping on other's couches the past four years, and more often than not, I'm stuck with a meal a day.
I don't wish to speak with my family anymore, and I'm stuck spending most of my days with one of them on their frequently animal shat upon couch in his self contained landfill of an apartment in a neighborhood that holds pretty much nothing but horrible memories for me.
The whole 'it gets better' thing is laughable to me. How long do you have to go on before it becomes evident it won't get better? I've got 23 years of this crap going for me, and I fail to see the reason to keep it up. I had one good thing going for me, and it blew up in my face so god damn hard that quite frankly, I have no clue how I'm still around.
I can't get help because no official source believes I'm real.
Just go to your local assembly person(s) to sort that out!
Don't see how I can do that if I'm couch hopping between boroughs.
Seek professional help!
That costs money and requires insurance I will never have.
Look for more work!
Yeah, because I haven't tried that for nine years, and I doubt the whole hardly has any experience thing coupled with the was put in a mental ward thing helps.
Get help from friends!
I have only one friend, and he doesn't wish to deal with me much anymore.
Get help from family!
I can't stand them, and being able to stay on the animal shit couch in the self contained landfill is the best I can hope for.
I am just so fucking tired of doing all this for nothing. There's only so much I can tolerate hearing about one's fantastic ski trip, one's booming business, one's glorious social life, one's leisurely comfortable lifestyle, before I just conclude that I'm being punished for having the nerve to exist. I fail to see why I should keep this pitiful charade up.
EDIT: I should probably make clear that currently I'm not in the mindset that I have to kill myself, more like I just want to drop everything and crawl into a hole and never come out, although with how things have been going the past several months, I will again go back to that line of thought, but I refuse to be put back into that fucking hospital again.
I don't wish to speak with my family anymore, and I'm stuck spending most of my days with one of them on their frequently animal shat upon couch in his self contained landfill of an apartment in a neighborhood that holds pretty much nothing but horrible memories for me.
The whole 'it gets better' thing is laughable to me. How long do you have to go on before it becomes evident it won't get better? I've got 23 years of this crap going for me, and I fail to see the reason to keep it up. I had one good thing going for me, and it blew up in my face so god damn hard that quite frankly, I have no clue how I'm still around.
I can't get help because no official source believes I'm real.
Just go to your local assembly person(s) to sort that out!
Don't see how I can do that if I'm couch hopping between boroughs.
Seek professional help!
That costs money and requires insurance I will never have.
Look for more work!
Yeah, because I haven't tried that for nine years, and I doubt the whole hardly has any experience thing coupled with the was put in a mental ward thing helps.
Get help from friends!
I have only one friend, and he doesn't wish to deal with me much anymore.
Get help from family!
I can't stand them, and being able to stay on the animal shit couch in the self contained landfill is the best I can hope for.
I am just so fucking tired of doing all this for nothing. There's only so much I can tolerate hearing about one's fantastic ski trip, one's booming business, one's glorious social life, one's leisurely comfortable lifestyle, before I just conclude that I'm being punished for having the nerve to exist. I fail to see why I should keep this pitiful charade up.
EDIT: I should probably make clear that currently I'm not in the mindset that I have to kill myself, more like I just want to drop everything and crawl into a hole and never come out, although with how things have been going the past several months, I will again go back to that line of thought, but I refuse to be put back into that fucking hospital again.