deadendgame
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Jul 23, 2014
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So yall know my story. 26 year old paranoid schizophrenic graduated from a diploma mill living in my parents' basement with no friends, no bitch, no money, no health insurance, no job, no friends. But what I do have is student loans and credit card debt. I have a roof over my head and my basic amenities provided for. Other than that, my life pretty much sucks ass. To be very honest, I am in poor health both physically and mentally. For starters, I have insomnia and have to pop a remeron in order to sleep. I'm overweight, don't know if I'm diabetic. Yeah, I get heart palpitations and arrhythmia sometime. My resting blood pressure is 150/90. But I learned to ignore that, because my life fuckin sucks ass and dying wouldn't really be much worse. Yall might tell me to seek mental/physical help. Here's the problem with that. As mentioned, I don't have good health insurance and each day I stay in the psych ward costs me 2 grand. If I do seek help, my parents will tell me to go fuck myself and this living arrangement I have going on over here is going to end. So in addition to having nothing, but debt, I'm gonna lose my car and housing. There is a special label given to one who does not have housing and that is called homeless which is now illegal to be.
So now I am in this situation, but it gets worse than that. I did the math and there is potentially 572,000 hours of life left for me. Hopefully it's not that. I really hope it is much shorter than that as I do not want to live that long. I know there is a way out of this. There is always one way out of your situation but that way is taboo and stigmatized by society so I won't say it on here. Yeah man, that is my life and I can't compare it to other peoples' but I think it's pretty shitty. And if it's shitty now, I can only imagine how much shitty it's gonna be. Honestly, I am trying my best. If I make any sort of mistake, I can say goodbye to my ride and my crib. I really don't understand what I am supposed to do. I know what I am supposed to do actually. I am supposed to live to 70 or 80 without any problems and try to make a living for myself, but I don't see that happening. I don't see any way this can end well for me. I'm going to mess up at some point. If not for the heart palpitations, arrthymias, headaches, and all sorts of physical maladies (ie. the many cysts/tumors on my arm and chest), I am going to fuck up at something. I don't care what people think of me. People can go fuck themselves seriously. Thanks yall for taking the time to read this message and I seriously wish yall the best.
So now I am in this situation, but it gets worse than that. I did the math and there is potentially 572,000 hours of life left for me. Hopefully it's not that. I really hope it is much shorter than that as I do not want to live that long. I know there is a way out of this. There is always one way out of your situation but that way is taboo and stigmatized by society so I won't say it on here. Yeah man, that is my life and I can't compare it to other peoples' but I think it's pretty shitty. And if it's shitty now, I can only imagine how much shitty it's gonna be. Honestly, I am trying my best. If I make any sort of mistake, I can say goodbye to my ride and my crib. I really don't understand what I am supposed to do. I know what I am supposed to do actually. I am supposed to live to 70 or 80 without any problems and try to make a living for myself, but I don't see that happening. I don't see any way this can end well for me. I'm going to mess up at some point. If not for the heart palpitations, arrthymias, headaches, and all sorts of physical maladies (ie. the many cysts/tumors on my arm and chest), I am going to fuck up at something. I don't care what people think of me. People can go fuck themselves seriously. Thanks yall for taking the time to read this message and I seriously wish yall the best.