Very soon it will be my dads 1st anniversary of his suicide. When it first happened i was very numb I only really broke down once and cried over it all probably about 1 week of it happening. Fooling myself i have made myself think that I was ok and this was just another fucked up event in my lifetime, although lately I have been feeling very depressed and have turned to drugs and alcolhol again after dad's death. The thing is what pisses me off the most is i have no support except my partner in life, who tries very hard to help and to understand. I seem to have next to no friends and the one's i do have seem to be self absorbed fuckheads who love to cause drama in their own lives and then come to me and go on about killing themselves and how bad their lives are. Even my mother in law who is either brainless or selfish and sits there crying to me about the fucking dog next door who is dying. I am sick to death of people, they suck.
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