I want to commit suicide. Fuck this shit. I've got the pills to do it, I don't have much of a reason to live anymore.

1. I'm homeless. What the fuck does it matter anymore if I live or fucking die? It's not like anyone would miss me. I'm useless anyway. Can't even get a damn job.

2. We just packed up a storage unit. Now we have to empty it because the retarded fucking employee my mom's fucking dog nipped at is a fucking chicken shit douche bag with no balls. We physically can not empty that fucking storage unit. We're broken from packing the god damn thing to the ceiling in the first place.

3. I'm not going to get to keep any of my family members (pets) anyway. So what's the fucking point in living? They're my only reason for not overdosing on pills. Without them life has no meaning or purpose.