I hate my life. I hate my situation. I hate everyone in my life. I hate my mum because she brought me into this life. I hate my parents and family. 

I live in America where self induced suicides aren’t really an option. If you tell them you are suicidal, they’ll put you in a psych ward for a few weeks. Lock you up like the Prisoner you already are. 

I am poor and I live with my parents. I barely have enough for food to eat and I feel sick all the time. I can’t find a job due to the lack of jobs that will hire English speakers. I live in an area of mostly Spanish speakers. 

It’s not fair that my parents decided to raise me in a place where I can’t thrive and develop. I am struggling with the bare necessities. I take a bike everywhere I go. Plus, I can’t get on welfare because my parents don’t qualify and I’m living with them. 

I need some serious help. I don’t know where to go. I just want out. I want to be done with this horrible existence. My life is nothing but a sad prolonged tragedy. My life sucks so much.