I plan on killing myself tomorrow.

I have given up. I’m not strong enough to make it through these hard times alone, completely alone. I cannot afford therapy, which has never worked in the past. Medicine has never worked. Weed doesn’t even work anymore. My son has been the only thing working, but as time goes on, he’s starting to not want to talk to me, or see me.

I have let my childhood affect every aspect of my adult life. I am 28, with a 3 year old son. He lives 4 hours north, and I live in my girlfriend’s house with her and her kid. I am a very clean person, she and her child are not. I clean her mess, but I get on the kid to clean his mess.

Actually, since I care so little, I know none of you will give a fuck. So what’s the point?

Goodbye, world. It’s been a horrific time.