Why do I try?
I've lost my home because I trusted roommates who let me down and stole from me. I lost my job because people who don't deserve management positions go on power trips and do things out of spite and jealousy. I realize I have no real friends because during this rough time, I reach out to friends and family for help. Nobody stepped up to the plate to offer any help to me with the exception of a 50+year old hoarder. The choices were either live on the street or live with the hoarder. I felt as if the only sensible option was to take the hoarder. Now I feel confined to my bedroom, I can't really cook a meal because there is too much junk. I'm cleaning out the car everytime I have to use it because he trashes that. I try to take a job that didn't work out, and now I'm just going to school and feeling less and less confident about myself, my life, my looks, everything. I feel like nobody really cares about me, nobody wants to even look out for me. Today really marks a day that really wish I was dead.