I stopped doing heroin. It was actually pretty easy. I just pay the methadone clinic 16 dollars a day and I never even have to thnk about heroin again. It's a shame there isn't something similar for depression. I went to this doctor who diagnosed me with PTSD and Depression. Then he dropped me as a patient for being on methadone and smoking weed. Thanks doc.
I need a job. But I can't work up the courage to go apply. I only leave the house to go to the clinic. I don't remember the last time I showered or brushed my teeth. I am a burden on my family. No it's worse than that I am an emberassment. The junky son forever caught in the cycle of unemployment. I would kill myself but I can't even afford a gun. I dun o what to do. I love my parents. I wish I would win the lottery so I could give the money to them so that they would be happy. That would make me happy.
I can't decide if killing myself would make them happy in the long term or not? I know they would be devastated in the short term. Maybe making it seem like an accident would help? I've thought about driving into a tree at high speed. But there's no guarantee I wouldn't live and become an even greater burden. I've thought about prison but they would probably insist on buying me an expensive lawyer. Plus that would only increase there shame and emberassment.
I wish I could hold a job and pay my own way but it seems unattainable. I have all these mental health diagnoses but the state I live in is shit for mental health care. They didn't even expand Medicaid like Obama care told them too so I still have to pay for my own insurance. Or rather my parents pay for my insurance. It's fucked man. They spend almost 7grand a year on me just in healthcare costs. Like I said I'm a burden.
So my thoughts drift back to the choice between high speed collision or gunshot wound. Decisions decisions.
I need a job. But I can't work up the courage to go apply. I only leave the house to go to the clinic. I don't remember the last time I showered or brushed my teeth. I am a burden on my family. No it's worse than that I am an emberassment. The junky son forever caught in the cycle of unemployment. I would kill myself but I can't even afford a gun. I dun o what to do. I love my parents. I wish I would win the lottery so I could give the money to them so that they would be happy. That would make me happy.
I can't decide if killing myself would make them happy in the long term or not? I know they would be devastated in the short term. Maybe making it seem like an accident would help? I've thought about driving into a tree at high speed. But there's no guarantee I wouldn't live and become an even greater burden. I've thought about prison but they would probably insist on buying me an expensive lawyer. Plus that would only increase there shame and emberassment.
I wish I could hold a job and pay my own way but it seems unattainable. I have all these mental health diagnoses but the state I live in is shit for mental health care. They didn't even expand Medicaid like Obama care told them too so I still have to pay for my own insurance. Or rather my parents pay for my insurance. It's fucked man. They spend almost 7grand a year on me just in healthcare costs. Like I said I'm a burden.
So my thoughts drift back to the choice between high speed collision or gunshot wound. Decisions decisions.

