No strength

I really need to work on my negativity, it's spreads like a disease. It's hard to find the positives however, i'm hooked on benzo's at ridiculous doses. Typically, i can take up to 20mg a day. I don't think it helps with my anxiety anymore, it just numbs everything. I'd rather be numb than in pain and without them i feel hopeless and struggle with suicidal thoughts. Weekly.

I've been abusing drugs for well over a decade so how am i expect to function like everyone else my age when i haven't given my chance to grow up. I feel like a teenager in a man's body. I'm 33, living at home and unemployed. Everything feels like a struggle to change and i don't know where to start. I don't know if i have the strength to go through WD, what would be the point anyway? The world is a horrible place, people look out for themselves, offer help with hidden agendas, i just don't know who to trust.

I was offered treatment in Thailand but i don't have two grand lying about. Nothing in life is free eh. I can't think straight.

Oh, i do have nieces and since they're so young they don't understand the world and their innocence makes me smile. I'd dearly miss them. I feel like a burden on my parents so perhaps if i left this world they may find some peace. Who wants to witness someone they love suffer and they don't know what to do anymore.

On a positive note, i'm exercising because sleeping is difficult. i'm looking/researching herbs as natural alternatives to the poison the pharma companies dish out to keep themselves in their ivory towers.

I see the world through cold, dead eyes and i look through people when i walk past them. I don't want to acknowledge that they are there or see negative judgement on their faces. Hah, that's my narcissism talking. People don't see me, they're too busy with their own lives. I want what others have but it feels out of reach.

Warning - teenage angst ahead - I hate this world and what it's become, a hate a society that only gives little thought to those with mental health issues. You might not see it but it's there. I think i'm just been consumed by hate.
 
I knew no one reads these. Maybe i need to become an insightful poet with wit and charm and forget my worries and be happy to be alive. God it's fucking lonely when you realise no one outside your family gives a shit. I just wanna be fucking acknowleged for once, as someone nice who doesn't project these thoughts. Unfortunately, body language is a big give away. Maybe i'll stick a plastic bag over my head and be done with it, i think they call it an exit-bag. Or i could get my hands on some brown and overdose on that with some xanax and booze added to the mix. Go out like a fucking star.
 
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