People should be happy when they get off work, right? I work all week at my grandparent's farm and then I come home. But I'm not happy at all. All I can think about it having to go back out there. I hate that place more than I hate depression. I can't find a way to get out of going out there. My dad says that I have to go out there until I find a different job, but I can't get a job because I don't have a license and I can't get one. He won't take me to work or pick me up either. He says that if I want to be a man, I'll find my own way to work. I can't walk becuase the closest McDonald's is about 20 miles away. I don't know what to do, but I can't f-ing stand to go to my grandparent's. It's driving me crazy, making me have crazy suicide thoughts. I think that if I have to go back out there again, I'll try killing myself. I hate it too damn much.
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