Today I am sad. I feel so sad. I'm angry at God for keeping me alive. I think back to the day when my mother and brother were tormenting me. I begged my mum to come. I even texted the real one. That gave her the excuse to come.
She never came. No one ever comes. I must be a piece of shit for my own mother not to come
That week I was in my own house. I refuse to call it home. They were so nasty and cruel to me. Why are they so blind? The more they hurt me the more I use.
The mass stalking in public makes me use in public. Using numbs the pain. Without ethylphenidate I'd certainly swallow a death inducing amount of pills
My life is hell. I have not lost everything to drugs, but to parents deeming it appropriate to control and destroy a 33 year old adult's life. I'm denied the human right of privacy. If I want to bang up all day I should be allowed to.
God please let me die as living hurts too much. I'm not living. I'm fighting to survive.
