I threw my life away to be a drug addict, I don't even get to do that anymore. My daughter is damned to be unmannered and uneducated just because of who her mother is. Now I work 14 hour days 6 days a week just to pay for a house in which I do nothing but sleep for 5 or 6 hours in every night. I've spent the last ten years being angry and destructive, the only time I ever had a feeling of hope for a decent future was when I was with you, now I can't even remember that feeling. I've told myself almost everyday for the last four years that I just want to die, I want my splattered brains to hang from this chandelier, but now it's an every minute thought. It's consuming me. I've conformed, I've failed to stand for what I believe in. I'm a slave. I'm a lone. I'm sick. I'm a ticking time bomb.
