If I didn’t have a son I’d blow my brains out I have no will to live the majority of the time, I work 13 hours a day 6 days a week because the only thing I have to offer in life is money for my family I have no real friends no  extended family In my life and my sons mom doesn’t like me most of the time I honestly regret not killing myself as a teenager most of my friends who grew up like me are either dead or in prison I somehow managed to make it this far and idk how much longer I can go on it’s exhausting hating yourself anytime I make a mistake the intrusive thought of putting a gun in my mouth is overwhelming I just wish it would stop or I knew a way to be better I’m developed a opiate addiction that is not doing me any favors I wish I could start over or just disappear 


Happy Sunday