I will die soon
After taking a shower and dressing for work my father comes out of his room and I let him know that I had to use 3 stamps to mail some stuff today. He asks if there are any left and I tell him there is one left. Then he starts yelling at me about bills and money and how hard he has to work and how I “contribute nothing, a fucking waste” and how he has to work a 12 hour day tomorrow because I don’t give him any money to help with the bills. After my father yelled at me I went into the bathroom and I could still hear him bitching about me
I hate my life. I hate myself.
True I am under a lot of stress because of the probation and all the money I owe but I would be a lot more level headed if it weren’t for my father. I hate him. Whenever my father opens his mouth it’s to some how put me down and as a result all I can think about is killing myself to make him happy. Make everyone happy.
It would be so easy, all I’d have to do is fill a syringe with R insulin and go to bed I’d die in my sleep, quick and painless. My father would come home and find me dead in bed and probably get pissed off because he would have to pay the bill for the ambulance to carry my corpse away.
I used to think that I survived my car accident in 99’ for a reason and that I was lucky. I was wrong.
I hate my life. I hate myself.
True I am under a lot of stress because of the probation and all the money I owe but I would be a lot more level headed if it weren’t for my father. I hate him. Whenever my father opens his mouth it’s to some how put me down and as a result all I can think about is killing myself to make him happy. Make everyone happy.
It would be so easy, all I’d have to do is fill a syringe with R insulin and go to bed I’d die in my sleep, quick and painless. My father would come home and find me dead in bed and probably get pissed off because he would have to pay the bill for the ambulance to carry my corpse away.
I used to think that I survived my car accident in 99’ for a reason and that I was lucky. I was wrong.