Nothing has gotten resolved. I haven't gotten any good news in the past six months. All my problems still exist exactly as before. Not one has been resolved. I have less thoughts of killing myself though the depression still creeps up several times a day. I still have no direction, no real place to stay, no security or prospect in any part of my life. The less I think, the less I ponder, the less I am awake, the better. If only I was a drinker, then at least I can get piss drunk and find some solace in my inebriety.
So, same, same worthlessness.
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