The last two years of my life have been a living hell - torment un ending, a living hell. I haven't been able to put two word's together in the past, i felt as if it was pointless because the torment has seemed never ending. It's been un imaginable and i haven't been able to reach out at all - not properly. I can through writing though, and i've found it in me to write today.
I guess to start you could just ask me what's happened, and that would be a start - and I could try and expand from there? It hasn't only been just the last two years, been these have been the worst - i've thought about suicide very seriously and just kept breaking down, i couldn't stop breaking down in short spurts of hurt. I was considering killing my family and then ending it with myself - I woke up a "patriot" - You could ask what that word means if you care to? I've been homeless, I've slept on the sides of highways, woke up in the pouring rain, under sheds, abandoned - I couldn't open up to family, they just wouldn't get it - they don't seem to care to. Im just asking if could care to listen or talk?