Help isn't free. Safety is a myth. There is no FREE cure for depression. The cure is money. If you can't afford anything. You're going to be miserable. Money buys happiness, I'm sick of being told it doesn't. Its a fucking lie. You need to pay for therapy, you need to pay for anti depressants, you need to pay for clothing, food, water, a home. If you can't pay for anything, you're never going to be happy. 

Until somebody shows me that there exists a place I can live where rent is $20 a month, I refuse to believe that happiness and safety don't require money. 

Even if a magical cure was discovered, you'd have to pay for it. If you can't pay for anything, you're never going to get anything good in life. Ever. Its all about money. 

I'm suffering, I'm in pain, I'm miserable, I'm lonely. And the solutions to my problems all require money.

Before you say anything, yes, I've tried getting a job. I'm ALWAYS denied. I can't even get a minimum wage job at fucking mcdonald's... I have a 5 page list of places that have rejected me, and its growing bigger every week. I am a permanent failure... and nobody has ever helped me... Nobody cares. Because I can't afford to get help. 

What reason do I have to keep going? Keep fighting? I'm not rich enough to get any kind of benefit from life. My future ends on my 26th birthday when I'm kicked out of my parent's basement, where I'll have to kill myself to avoid freezing and starving to death on the streets.

thats where my life ends. on my 26th birthday, because I'm not rich enough to get any help.