I tried not to go to the shady gas station with the delta 8 supplies. I was already drunk. Already burning myself. I needed relief. I’m broke. I’m addicted to alcohol and cannabis. I won’t ever take my life, but the thoughts keep resonating. 32 year old male. So much potential, but I’m dying. I’m a fraud. I’m not even that bipolar. Ahhh but I am. I need to be working at something and I’m not. I’m just a lazy masturbator.