I hate life and its unmistakable gifts of misery. After having my home ripped off and relocating from another state. I was the receiver of a skin disease. I was soon after mugged and beat up. The police assured me that they didnt care at all! Some self involved investigation landed me back in an emergency room where once again they assured me they didnt give a fuck. Self indulgence and large sums of alcohol to heal the pain I found myself in rehabilitation after a near death roll in the truck. Depression has etched itself deep within me. Im scared of people and tease my self with situations. Hell-bent on the truth and justice my life seems meaninglyless without such a pleasure. Anyone have help?
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