And reading, I’ve been reading all your posts, I just don’t get to respond.
But I was thinking the other day, reflecting I guess you could say, on my childhood. I realized something i hadn’t thought about before…I’m still alive because I was too afraid of my parents to kill myself. How messed up is that? I feared them so much I couldn’t even go through with my plan. I guess you could call that sad…whatever, it was life.
I guess in some ways it’s good I’m still here, despite the fact that I have no money, I’m struggling worse than ever thanks to Obamacare, when you back a law you should check and see who it really hurts! I’m stuck at home even longer and it makes me want to just disappear. I can’t even afford to go to the doctor and I’ve been sick for week. I can barely afford to eat and my meals include random things, fruits, vegetables, meats, and whatever else I can afford to cook. Why isn’t Obama helping me?!?
Don’t answer that. Anyway, I have to get to bed, I literally work every single day and still don’t manage well. It’s killing me. I can’t afford time off, I can’t afford to work either.
Take care all, I read any time I have internet.