“I would feel real trapped in this life if I didn't know I could commit suicide at any time.” ― Hunter S. Thompson
Don't Tell Me I Can't End My Life!
Don't Tell Me I Can't End My Life!Just when you think life can't kick you in the teeth any worse, it does.
1. I was completely screwed over by my piece of shit partners. That was three years ago and the beginning of my descent.
2. 2015 happened.
3. I lost my dream house, and now I'm living homeless after moving back to Atlanta.
4. The day I returned I couldn't feel any sensation in my left fingers; they were weak, and I have lost all motor skills. It winds up I came down with “cubital tunnel syndrome“, most likely caused by having my arm resting on the driver's side door on the three day trip across the country. Despite what all the trolls and the haters are saying in the comments of the blog my three favorite things to do in life is going to the gym, mountain biking and playing guitar. I haven't been able to do any of this stuff in two months, and it's likely I never will again.
5. Today I found out that I have been the victim of check fraud (see above) and what little money I had left is completely gone.
What About The Rest Of The Book?
I still have so many more stories to tell of my “glory days,” Some of them are funny, and I probably should stick around long enough to re-account them, but at this point, I don't even feel like I'm living for pretending like there were any “good old days.”
I can exist anywhere. Right now I would prefer to be 6 feet below the ground.
If there is anyone out there, please remove the albatross from my neck or just let me die. I am beyond taking it anymore.
As a caveat, I have a bunch of stupid motherfucking trolls that ride my nuts in the comments of this blog. I am sure they will try to blame this on drugs or alcohol. The fact is, I've been basically sober for over a year now (for the most part). I suppose you are going to blame the cubital tunnel syndrome and the check fraud on the drugs?
Before you start doing that, I've made up a nice batch of blue Kool-Aid for you.
If you would like to help me keep writing so I don't have to keep sneaking into Starbucks for WIFI and can actually order of mocha Frapuccino, donations are always appreciated!