the truth is I'm tired. Tired of everything. The truth is, I'm alone. All alone. No matter how hard I try, I never get anything. I'm close to completing 3 years unemployed. Today was just another day that I got a call saying I couldn't get the job. As always. I never can. I never get a job, I never get out of the situations I'm living in. I'm really tired. Willingness to just give up on everything. The more I try to accomplish something, the more I try to be happy, the more I realize that I wasn't born for it. That I wasn't born with the right to choose how to live. What's the point of having life if I can't even choose how to live? Not even a floor sweeping job. I can't even do that. It's obvious I'm alone. And the more I scream and beg for help and support, the more I see that I'm alone. With nowhere to run, with no one to help, with nothing to do to get out of the life I'm living. A crap life. Brothers, forgive me for this text. But I really can't take it anymore. I don't see a way out anymore. Seems like I was really just born to live with heartbreak and nothing else.